Grieving partner trying to cope |
Maybe Can they hear my wailing from six feet above? Time has passed since I lost my dear love Since the red water went down the drain Hoping the event has stopped their pain Still no understanding Selfish as I think it is they somehow knew what they were doing I miss them dearly Trekking to this solemn place yearly Life has changed and will never be the same Never wanting to forget their name Moving on is necessary but almost impossible Looks along with emotions have become posable Still not learning how to move on the social cue The urge to join them out-weighing the desire to continue Knees wet with morning dew Head resting on the stone Gun in one hand blade in the other one I resist Temptation insists Eyes well up The stone gets wet from my tear Maybe next year my love, maybe next year 22 lines |