This Small Bed

As the sun goes down I think
about life.

And why did God put me in
this situation, to be away
from my wife.

Most nights I cry because
I left you lonely.

Laying in this small bed wishing
you could hold me.

I love you dearly
you already know it,
but this is the best way
I can show it.

Until death do us part,
until my heart falls apart.

My love will be here for you
like it's been from the start.

Jamal Smith
2005