I'm walking down this road.
I've grown to know
since he left me alone
Everyone says he had to go,
Tree limbs open inviting embrace
comfort that had since been erased
Two years I've been alone
Still I feel his lips against mine
his smile is still fresh in mind
Two beautiful children were our own
Along with them we made a home
Cresting the top of the hill
I begin to see where it is he resides.
I clench the flowers in hand
I wish he could hold me now
Gathering strength legs carry me down grassy path.
Place the flowers in their new home
I tell how much I hurt without him,
our bed feels empty
about cooking far too much for one
all of this I tell
he is the one who always listened.
hair in my face blows behind my ear,
without any wind
re-assuring hand on shoulder I can not feel.
For to me he can't be real,
he is gone.
Crying out, clutch my hand to chest
I've had my conversation so I walk away.
With back turned, eyes closed, unable to see
He waits for me to lay in the plot beside him.
So we can continue the forever he promised to me.
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