that song... again.

Baby, pay really close attention,
I really don't want to mess this up.
For 2 and a half years I've been praying for your return,
Now I can't believe my luck.

In the space of 5 days,
Things are exactly as they were.
You're still as beautiful, possibly more,
Especially now, seeing you slumber.

Your ebony hair frames your face,
Your eyelids twitch lightly,
You groan, and shift in your dreams,
Ever so slightly.

Nestled in my arms again,
You're back in the right place.
I always loved you, always will.
But of your love, there's no trace.

You left, without a word,
And I never got over it.
I wouldn't call it resentment.
Just a scar that always ached, the tiniest bit.

Now I've got you back,
But there's something amiss.
I'm watching you sleep, contentedly.
Trying to work out what this feeling is.

The room is dark, with nothing to distract,
And I realise what is wrong.
The music, left on shuffle,
Has settled on a song.

My heart drops at the opening chords.
My eyes fill with tears.
I've got the love of my life back where she belongs.
Until that music fills my ears.

It's that fucking song again,
I swear it's haunting me.
What's worrying more, it's not the song.
It's the woman that I see.

I got what I've begged God for for nearly 3 years.
All I've got to show for it are evaporating tears.
I roll you over, leave you in bed, get dressed, kiss you goodbye.
Curse the day I let the one who got away casually screw with my mind.