My New Normal Way

Our house sits high upon the harbor hill On the veranda off the bedroom, I sit up higher still I look down on the harbor still sleepy from the night As the first rays of sunshine start bringing her to life I see lights appear in windows from the houses down below And headlights from the cars that now have someplace to go Life moves on in our plush, little, cozy harbor town In just a few more hours, to her I’ll be coming down The salt that I taste is not from the distant sea It’s from individual drops of tears, still flowing out of me For somewhere in that town, in the direction I refuse to glance A headstone awaits my darling and our goodbye final chance School buses appear now winding in the distant streets Coffee houses open where longtime friends will meet The earth continues to rotate, bringing on a brand new day Sitting out here alone and crying will be my new normal way