We used to talk about our problems

When ever they would arise,

You used to be understanding

While looking at swollen eyes

We would sit and talk for hours

Just to clear the air,

Then we both came to a conclusion

That was satisfying and fair

But now we both don't talk

For we hold it all inside,

There are nights I lie awake

Thinking maybe you have something to

hide

Then I'm as much to blame as you

The words just won't come out,

The love once there has slowly died

And time has left me doubt

So many times I never see you

For you don't come home till late at night,

Then when I try and speak to you

Your words detect a fight

Are you in love with someone else

Or has our marriage just gone stale?

I ask myself this many times

And God where did I fail?

The postman came today

With a letter addressed to me,

Inside I read the contents

You filed to be set free

So now we have to talk

About what you're leaving behind,

I'm sure the kids will understand

What's going through your mind

All of this because two people

Can't seem to break the lock

That holds the words to happiness

In that subject God calls talk ..