in her office she sits alone
monday morning in her second home
and another weekend fallen to the past
but her hopes and cares she still holds fast
nothing will stop her world
she sees
so she must become what she
believes

mid day her thought turns to heart
the mental movies of loves lost seem to start
still no matter what visions are in her mind
she always finds was wasted time
nothing will bring back the love
she needs
so she must become what she
believes

the ride home is never true relief
just a gap in time to practice her beliefs
till finally in her dreams at this days end
she hides alone waiting for tomorrow to begin again
nothing to do but pray to the future
she agrees
so she will become what she
believes

She's chosen her path...may yours cross again...

The sadness of placing our careers ahead of our relationships...very
nice poem.

Very Beautiful,, Yet Sad....