Nothing Seen, Nothing Shown

I’m laying here, I’m all alone,
Nothing seen, nothing shown.
A memory of you passes my eye,
I blink, as I try not to cry.
I think of us as I try to sleep,
All our memories that I keep.

A man put himself behind the wheel,
With a drink, he’s made of steel.
Did he think, a life he could end?
Not one, two – both a best friend.

All I do is think of the past,
Hoping my memories always last.
This man took half of my heart,
A pain with which I will never part.

I’m laying here, I’m all alone,
Nothing seen, nothing shown.
God sent for you, a choice to make,
Even though it was by mistake.
I wipe a tear away from my eye,
Now I sleep, I’ve said goodbye.

© 2000, Bobbie Jo Berwick [last known e-mail address: BobbiJo_Berwick(at)S5A.com].
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