i married you in my heart since the first day.
i realized that last night while i lay alone in your bed waiting for you.
i still felt it as you tip-toed in at forty after six this morning,
and as i left for the day twenty minutes later.
i thought of us as i walkd the streets of the city in the morning sunlight.
and as i wash my clothes in my bathroom sink after a day’s work.
i still think about it now as i write this, and you are sleeping in the bedroom.
but with every time i feel it
and every time i think about us
i also think you don’t even feel the same
