Sometimes I Forget

When we are alone in our online world,
I feel like I'm your favorite girl,
You respond to me as my man,
And I love you all I can.

Skype just makes it all more real,
And we don't hide the way we feel,
Your expressive eyes cannot lie,
And my smile's no longer shy.

We keep nothing from each other,
When we are online together,
You read me with just one look,
You are like an open book.

But there are times I get confused,
And my ego feels abused,
When I try to go too far,
And you remind me how things really are.

I forget you have a wife,
You tell me to get a life,
I almost beg, with you to be,
But you say it's just a fantasy.

But I have noticed recently,
Your chat shows some regret,
You tell me, sorry, I must go,
Sometimes we forget.

Unrequited Obsession

It often seems so one-sided,
Like my love is unrequited,
It's not my fault he's in his situation,
But I'm the one who gets limited communication.

Backburnered, put on a shelf, just an afterthought,
Sometimes I feel like our love is coming to naught,
Out of sight, out of mind, oblivious and blind,
Focused totally on his world--
Like I am just his fantasy girl. 

They tell me to wait and work on myself---
How long can I live on somebody's shelf,
Like I'm just another possession--
This love is feeling like an obsession!

In Quiet Moments

You are working, I am home
Busy writing, all alone,
Skype alert shows your name,
My heart burns, love aflame.

I answer your ring, as soon I can,
Headphones on, I greet my man--
How are you honey? Working hard?

Been flat out, but now on break,
Something to eat, and my head aches.

I'm having a Coke, and eating too,
On the same wavelength again with you;
Have a rest, honey, and I will, too.

He puts the car seat back for a snooze,
After he reads the Daily News,
In my mind, I climb on his lap,
Cuddle up, and take a nap.

Words between us now are few,
Quiet sounds of "I love you."
My heart's with his, breathing slow,
He suddenly wakes, says I must go,
Back to work--
I say, I know--

I'll ring again later, bye for now.

Have a good day, honey,

Hang up the phone--
I can't, I hate to leave you alone.

It gets harder each time to say goodbye,
And there are times we almost cry,
Just one more minute, or maybe five,
And we go back to separate lives.

August 20 at 6:19am