WHY CAN'T SHE BE "ME"?

Why Can't She Be "Me"?"

Twice a year she drives past
His little white house in town
Once when the sun is hot & bright
And once when snow's falling down;
She sees two cars in their drive
And a playground-set out back
His clothes on their clothesline
Blue jeans, boxers, that shirt in black.

Once she saw him walking
By himself, just before dark
He looked so sad and lonely;
She sighed aloud "Oh, Mark!"
She wished she was beside him
To hold his hand and smile
To take him home to bed
Love him to pieces for awhile.

Living their "settled" lives
Breathing the same air
Brushing their own teeth
Combing their own hair;
The grass could use cutting
Snow is often piled high
She glances at their window
Before she says "good-bye."

She prays God watches over him
As he goes about his life
With his few, dear grandkids
And his dark haired wife;
She prays she'll find the strength
To detour round his road
'To make her heart start healing
And lessen her heavy load.

Back inside her warm house
The quiet and the calm
Welcome her back home again
Like a soothing, gentle balm;
She looks at the empty bed
And thinks of she and he
And asks God as she kneels:
"Why can't she be me?"