Not Here This Morning

Not Here This Morning

When I woke up this morning you weren't here.
I was in Bed alone.
Third time this week.
What must you think, I'll let you do this forever?
For that's what we promised, up at the altar, it's what this ring means.
Who was it this time?
Who could it be, Jennifer, Anna or young Marie?
Or did you find another sweet thing, have you been warming her bed?
I'll give you an hour.
It's all in my power.
The divorce papers are in the drawer.
I've given you time, and tried to talk.
I can't do this anymore.
It's over. I'm done.
A marriage takes two not one.
So when you come home I'll be waiting on the couch with papers signed and your luggage by the door.
Tears running down my face.
I love you, you know, and all I have to show for marrying you, is a broken heart and I told you so's from every one I know.
Goodbye