While he lay sleeping I sit here quietly remembering the past

Thinking about how things once were and how we had a blast

Together we would go almost everywhere 

We were stress-free without a care

And then I think about the present, how we are today

I barely see him he works so much and he’s always away

I spend my days alone it seems and even when he’s here

His mind is always elsewhere, he’s forgotten me I fear

Yet, when I think about the future what might that entail?

Will I still be lying next to him or will our love-life fail?

I sit here wondering just what the future brings

All alone in my thoughts while he lay sleeping.