Some days I wake, it's a sad morning song
Some nights it is my lonely lullaby
It's always there whispering 'You are gone'.
It is a station for my train of thought
No matter what bright lights guide my journey,
No matter what passengers I have brought,
It's always a destination for me.
Sometimes I want to lose control and scream.
I want to punch slap scratch kick hit someone,
To hurt them so my pain the less will seem,
But your death will still be there when I'm done.
So live with your death is all I can do,
Live and learn... and laugh... and love... without You.
Pictures of Max on Christmas Eve 2005.
1 comment:
Darling Rosy, what another beautiful poem. See you soon.
Love Easter xxxxxx
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