You have made a decision; a difficult one, to be true,
You have given up someone you loved,
In order to live with someone new.

You hurt, you miss me, you even ache some long nights,
I understand this; for I have lost as much as you.

Yet you have someone to talk to about the rain,
You have someone who cares about the details,
A heart and plan in which to melt your pain.

You have his arms, his eyes, his ears, his love - his choice;
I have only the empty echoes of your voice.

I did not make a decision; my loss was not mine to plan,
I am living without someone I loved,
In order that you can love another man.

I hurt, I miss you, I ache in the cold of night,
Understand this... for my loss is as great as yours.

But I shiver and huddle against this cold alone,
A void where once were a thousand details,
My heart has to live through this on its own.

You have his arms, his eyes, his ears, his love - your choice;
I have only the empty echoes of your voice.

You have decided for yourself, and yet your pain will surface,
Seeking some balance in your soul, you make me overflow,
With reminders and thoughts for which I have no solace.

You hurt so much you toss and turn some lonely nights,
I understand this; for I have lost as much as you.

So you seek to soothe your compromise with pain,
By demanding comfort from me who has nothing,
You made a deal without me in it, and expect me to join.

Your arms, eyes, ears - and your love - gone not by my choice;
I have only the empty echoes of your voice.

It is so unfair for you not to accept your choice,
To expect to still enjoy listening to my voice:
"Alone" - I feel so alone when I hear yours,
Living with this emptiness, and you the cause.

It is so unfair to touch my soul this way,
So unfair to expect me to hear you say:
"Alone" - you are not as alone as you left me,
We suffer and miss each other, but so differently.

1/14/03