Will there be an Us?

i'll be waiting for you,
waiting for you to come through the door.
wondering if you'll talk to me,
or just lay silently next to me.

i'm letting you down,
i always have your hopes up
then tradgically find a way to hurt you
it is my fault, this time i know you probably wont forgive me

the door just opened.
who could it be?
who else could have the key to our house?
i dont heard the pots and pans of you cooking,
i dont hear the tv going,
i do hear the shower going.
i'm laying on the bed looking through our old photos.
back when we were young and innocent.
the picture of us when we were at our special place.
the shower stopped, i hear the towel slip off the rack
as you tie it around your waist.
now i'm thinking of how badly i shouldnt be forgiven.
im sorry.
no footsteps to the bed room.
footsteps in the other direction to the spare room
the room where someday a baby is suppose to be.
i wonder if that baby will ever be given a life to live.
the moon skips away as the sun approaches.
i havent slept, i havent heard you awake yet.
i rush to the kitchen, but there you are.
sitting at the table with your coffee in one hand,
a sigh crawls out of your mouth.
i wait for it. but it's no words again, only a paper.
Divorce Papers.
and a note with 5 words.
"I thought you loved me?"
he leaves before i could say anything.
how could i have been so stupid,
i never wanted to hurt the one person that meant so much to me,
and now i'm packing my things, all because stupid me.
i should have never cheated.