Drifting

Sometimes, just as I'm about to fall asleep
I turn my head towards you & silently
                  weep
Would that I could turn back the hands of time
to rejoice in a time that you were mine
To return to a kinder, gentler you
One that doesn't rant & rave
One that doesn't expect me to cave
Or get me so upset that it pushes me 
to an early grave
What will it take to get past this phase?
Or will I for weeks on end be met with an angry gaze?
Nothing is or was done on purpose you know
It's just life in general, murphy's laws..it all blows.