How Much More Poem by Daniel Wittfoth

Unexpected phone calls
late nights, destination unknown
Questions that have no answers told
how much more
can she take she wonders

Lingering perfume
lipstick stained collar
Afternoon meetings on days off of work
how much more
can she take she wonders

She glances around this old house
that hasn't felt like a home in so long
All she has known
these walls hold

Takes a pill to help her sleep at night
to chase demons of fear away
Holds a pillow close
just to somehow feel his touch

Can't believe the thoughts in her head
those signs she refuses to see sometimes
She could learn in time
to go on without him a little more each day

But no matter how much she tries
somethings are bound to get lost
Someone will feel guilty and get hurt
how much more
can she take she wonders

It's a little bit here and there
a white lie just to ease tention in the air
And will he ever find out
it's not him......it's her........