Home Is Where The Heartache Is
I remember watching him walk out the door,
I remember saying "stay some more."
I remember him turning around and saying this,
"I can't; home is where the heartache is."
I remember calling out "you have it all wrong,
I remember saying, "Home is where you belong."
"Together we can make it through! "
"Please stay; I can't do this without you! "
And so he stayed a month and then three,
Before he finally disappeared on me.
He took everything that was once his.
The children and I didn't make the list,
And now, home is really where the heartache is.
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