In the Night..

Kathy tells herself to leave
with every breath she breathes
he doesn't call
he doesn't care
until he's drinking
It is ego, it is pride
she won't let him slip by
it's been too long
she's growing old
tired of seeking

She's just waiting for the day
when one good man will stay
and in the night
she stays awake
forever praying
she's just waiting for the time
when softly spoken bedroom lies become truth;

He is volatile and crazed
indecisive and lame
but in the night
she swears
his madness flashes genius
and what she wants
is what she sees
the timid twilight's reach
so sublime
undeterred
forever fleeting

She's just praying for blue skies
and for a tie that binds
she spends her days
holding to hope
westwardly facing
Kathy is waiting for the time
when softly spoken bedroom lies become truth