| I WONDER |
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| I softly touch my pillowcase pretending it's his face Wishing he was in my life Instead, he's with his wife I wonder if he's holding her or is it me that he prefers Does he shut her out these days or does he plan to stay I know it's wrong to want him so I've tried, but I can't let him go I wonder if I'll ever know where I stand with him I wonder if he'll reach for me Or will he choose to set me free Why does he still have my key I wonder . . . No longer will he visit me At work, I see him once a week We both look forward to that day At least that's what he says But no more will he take the risk to hold me close or steal a kiss She's there at night when he goes home while I am all alone Surely he can sense my pain One more week gone down the drain I only wish he would explain what he plans to do I wonder, if I was his bride When she came into his life Which one would he stand beside I wonder . . . |
| (c) 1994 Sheila W |