Revised Edition of "Every Day"

[visualexcerpt]

From the Viewpoint of a Friend

She smiles in the morning light
And regards him without concern
For his actions. He smiles in return
And it seems she’ll never learn
That she’ll have a different story tonight.

Earlier, together, they stood hand-in-hand;
Now, in Kleenexes strewn on my bedroom floor,
Are all the things she can’t forgive him for.
He’ll never be the perfect man.

Listening is a selfless art-
To hear only dying dreams and
a broken heart.

In the morning she won’t remember where she’s been,
And she’ll start this all over again.

How I wish I could do more than this.