I'm alone at home most of the time,
With not much else to do but think,
Of the mistakes I've made,
And the things I've lost,
Of what I should have done.
I think up master plans to fix it all,
And make all the bad disappear.
Plans that I never start,
Let alone follow through on.
Everything comes back to him,
And the love between us that died,
But wanted and deserved to live.
He took the sun and everything beautiful with him,
And here I sit in the deep dark hole,
At the end of the earth.
Here I'll stay with my regret and heartbreak,
Along with that little shimmer of hope,
That keeps my heart pumping.
Even if the light at the end never returns,
I'll wait and pray it all comes back to me.
That the fairy tale was real,
And strong enough to pick me up again.
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