The Choice

When I am alone on the floor,

Sitting cross-legged like a kid,

I remember the days before

We went and did what we did.

When the song echos throughout

The house, and I hear your voice

laughing and dancing about,

I sit and I question my choice.

When I am alone in the room,

On the bed I jokingly claimed,

I lay and I wonder if you

Are laying and thinking the same.