(I'm hoping it's) you with me

I wear no ring on my finger
I don't call myself his missus
I don't let his memory linger
and he never gets my kisses

that fire grew cold many years ago
and I'm sick of waiting to be free
so if you're wondering what tomorrow will bring
I'm hoping it's you with me

he may look at me fondly
but he's not the man I trust
as far as anyone can see
that marriage of mine's a bust

he's hurt me far too much
for me to trust him again
I suffered with him as my crutch
though he thinks he is my friend

but that fire grew cold many years ago
and I'm sick of waiting to be free
so if you're wondering what tomorrow will bring
I'm hoping it's you with me

the bed I sleep in has just me
but you're there in my dreams
though I'm lost in my own fantasy
your soul in my heart gleams

so don't think I still love him
that ship sailed out for good
my fire for you will never dim
that much is understood

our fire is sure with love so pure
and it will never dim
I'll be your friend until the end
cause you're nothing at all like him

that story's old if truth be told
but your love's a jubilee
if you're wondering what tomorrow will bring
I'm hoping it's you with me

©2009 Cynthia Bage