On My Own
She’s gone again, just for a bit,
A day, a week, just some respite,
I’m on my own, no one to pry,
Not held to task, to answer why,
And still with freedoms yet untried,
I sit, I stare, try to decide,
I could, I should, indulge myself,
Partake of sin I’ve been denied,
Instead I sit and watch and wait,
For her return, back by my side.
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2014
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