Lifes Work

I was sitting in the chair left behind Sitting against the east wall looking back at the kitchen Standing there was a beautiful woman who I had planned on spending the rest of my life with She had an old t-shirt on, there was a smudge of paint on her left cheek Her eyes glittered as she smiled back at me And my heart sank a little deeper We are not together any more, her and I She said I wasn’t enough of something Or that the lack of a plan for how I dealt with stress was just too much It’s been eleven days since she left me and I feel lost without her I had complained so much about the way she wouldn’t let the past go And now I hang on to that past as if it were a life-preserver and I was in the middle of the ocean All of the resentment and faults washed away moments after she said her last words The memories of her sticking to me like glue and I can’t imagine what life will be like with out her People have said more than once that I need a problem to make me feel stable I wish it wasn’t so, I wish I could see how I could have said more Some times I would know when I had said the wrong thing and no doubt she reminded me of it All I feel now is the love she had for me and I waisted it on pride I hope one day I will be with her again I will grow and learn Tell her how much she means to me on a daily basis But I’ve said all of this before Each time she’s left me, I say it again and again Maybe this time it is the last