Life, Without You

I sit alone, silenced in a corner. Tears stain my face, burning as they fall. I wish we could go back and start over. I know, now, how to avoid this situation. I know exactly what to change. Things would be different, and you would be home. Here, with the people who love and care about you. You should be here, instead of where you are. We miss you and you need to be where you belong. I wish I could say this to you, But we both know that's impossible. Because we have to stay focused in order to be strong for you. These tears I cry each night for you do NOT help, or heal. They only make me miss you even more. I wipe away the tears and take a deep breath. I kneel down and pray for God to help you and to heal the wounds. He doesn't answer, but He listens. I have faith that He will pull us through this nightmare. As I say 'Amen', I start to think of you again. And I begin to miss you more. I sit here alone, silently sobbing in a corner. But these tears I can't stop crying will not heal, or help. And they'll never free you, for you to come home.