The Ghost of You

I still feel her blue eyes, sad knowing the shadows are coming Where did they take her? Imagining no more, no thoughts, no tomorrow,just you; alone, She's still there at home really! I try to consume the information but I can't, she can't, I talked to her for hours she would fall asleep, Day dawns, sun rises, people start unfolding out their homes It's here, try to contain my emotion... Knife to heart, weeping, lump to throat, no self control I see it; the box and the flowers Sitting in the car I watched it in the car before us I see it still, a box and flowers Sat in the church I feel you I know your in that box Curtains open it's dark! The box goes back and the curtains close your gone? Bye Nan, Love you. Young relatives look up to those older for eternity I still look up to you wise lady.