I Have a Confession

I'm not going to call and ask how you've been. I'm not going to drive past your house to see if you're all right. I won't send little messages throughout the day. Nor will I send flowers to you at work. I am certain that with one call I'd be back in your arms loving you as I have for years, you laying your head on my chest. I have no doubt that we would be happy again, laughing again and I would think of new ways to confess my love for you. Soon it will happen again, something I can't undo. It will feel too real for you and then one day out of the blue you’ll tell me you can’t go on. So tonight, as I do every night, I sit, relax and I watch as the sun obediently dips into the Pacific again... this time, alone.