That time of morn again,
The time when I wake up,
Just for a second I think he’s next to me,
And then I remember,
He’s with his wife.

He’s with her,
Waking up next to her,
Her skin warming his,
His lips kissing her good morning,
Touching her when he should be touching me.

That time of day again,
The time when I have my lunch,
The stolen calls he makes,
Telling me he loves me,
How much he cares.

And I believe him,
Everything he says to me,
All those loving words,
I choose to listen,
I know he needs me.

That time of eve again,
Curling up on the couch alone,
Waiting for him to contact me,
Hours spent just hoping,
The promise of a tiny piece of him.

But he hardly ever does,
He’s with his family,
Why would he want me?
That keeps running round my head,
And I know it’s the truth.

That time of night again,
As I slide into my empty bed,
Cold sheets where he should be,
The silence deafening,
My loneliness palpable.

Can’t help but love him,
He’s in my heart and won’t leave,
The moments I have with him,
The treasure I take,
I’m happy with him, aren’t I?

That’s the trap right there,
Just not understanding that world,
I was hurt and vulnerable,
He was strong and saved me,
Made me feel special.

The months roll on,
I let him into my heart,
I love him and hope for a change,
Give him chance after chance to tell her,
Waiting for my time.

I tell myself I’m just fine,
Can cope with always being second,
In my heart I know,
And it breaks when I say it aloud,
He’s not mine and never will be.