We've Got A Problem

Frank T. Williams

Things are changing and

Things aren't the same and

Things are falling apart so

Things are letting me know that

We've got a Problem

Things got to change

The perfume in the air is strong

As I entered the house,

As I entered the bedroom,

As I encountered the emptiness,

The silence of the rooms,

A lump slide down my throat,

And the walls echoed the sounds,

I feel the doom.

While I thought to myself,

Why you are not around?

After all,

Shouldn't she be here?

It's well past eight in the evening,

It's Wednesday, the middle of the week,

And as it seem,

I should be the only activity

That you would want to engage in

Engage with,

In the evening.

Yet, my brains says "Houston,

We've got a problem."

No notes were left.

No miss calls on my cell.

No calls from you today,

Not a hello,

Nor how is your day.

And this type of thing has been going on

Just about everyday,

For over a month or so.

I'm not used to feeling insecure,

I'm not used to asking the comings and goings,

The where you've been.

I was taught that love come from deep within.

A feeling so special,

There's a glow to the face,

A skipping beat in the heart,

A spark in the soul,

That goes even deeper when,

We are at play,

Or even making love,

The feeling of serenity,

The mask that causes blindness,

Is the thought of love

And what it is supposed to be like.

Yet, it is late into the night

And I am sitting here all alone,

Is it something I've said?

Is it you or is it me?

Questions runs through my head

And I have got a lot of them,

Which means,

Houston, We've got a problem.

I haven't been feeling that lately

Believe me words don't escape me,

I am not slow,

No, No, No

We're no longer looking in the same direction,

The conflict is causing someone head to turn,

From the disconnection of communication,

And the frustration of alienation,

To the differences of our conversations

Causing frictions and sighs,

The huffing and puffing sounds of despise,

And the avoidance of touching and pleasing,

The dis-ease of being in the same room

And I am telling you this misery,

Oh, stop it please.

Let's look at the beginning,

The eyes of love was watching you,

And I was there to comfort you,

And I was the one you cried to,

And I was the one, who held you,

And I was the one who led you

To a place called love.

And in this place there were no other in our space,

And from that space life grew,

And in your soul

I poured me into you.

So tell me boo,

What is this feeling?

And how has it come into play,

How has it come to divide it this way?

I am not going to go along no more this way.

You are mine and I am yours,

And I just must to tell you

I have just gotta tell you,

There will always be problems,

And we have to see them through,

So hold on to my hand and let me guide you,

While I hold on to yours and whisper these three words,

I love you,

And I always will.

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