To Her

I think of you every day
They are images I’d rather not see
You entangled in the arms of the man I love
I can’t help but think that should have been me
I wonder if I ever cross your mind
Do you think of me and the kids?
Do you care about the pain I suffer
Are you sorry for what you did?
When I woke that December morning
If I only I knew the secrets that I would unfurl
That the perfect life that I thought I had
Was being destroyed by a young girl
I pray for you through tear filled eyes
When I talk to God at night
I pray you never experience the pain you caused me
Although sometimes my thoughts drift to spite
I think of you when I hear Taylor Swift
I can’t stomach Jason Aldean
I hear my kids singing the songs that you gave him
And the words sound so obscene
I still have your dangly earrings
That you left in his truck
I look at them every day to remind me
But I still find myself dumbstruck
You didn’t care how you would hurt me
Or what this would do to my sons
You worried only about getting laid
And having a little fun
I think of you every day
You’re the last image I see when I close my eyes
You’re in every tear that rolls down my face
I will hear you in my children’s cries