I figured that would
Get you to sleep,
Reading my poems
You so willingly keep.

You lay asleep on the couch
I wonder if its time,
For me to leave
And end this little rhyme.

Looking at you
Remembering I love you,
Remembering our fights
That happened to start out of the blue.

Everyone thought my life was great
No one seen the way we’re alone,
Fights we always started
But never ended at home.

Leah Schleyer

August 5, 2002

copyright: 2002