The Big Trip

I had hoped and prayed for so much more
Even a little miracle to take place on our trip
Hoping beyond hope that you would fall in love
And your heart would be healed . . .
But the trip was much like our life at home
In that during the day you were pleasant
Yet at night you would become a stone
And you turned cold . . .
Still, I will take whatever I can get
And it was a little miracle or sorts
When each day we walked arm in arm
As though there was love between us . . .