What You Left Behind

White, lifeless, still there is no peace here. Weeping and wailing the unbelievers grieved for thee. I grieved because I couldn't give them peace, for you were not set free. That night I slept in the bed you used to sleep in holding your wife tight, as she cried and got high. Mother woke up crying and yelling saying "I'm the one to blame!" "Mother, no it was God's well you didn't change a thing," I say. You know that ten-year-old you left behind. She tried to stay strong. That will be her demise. I am sure SHE will NEVER understand WHY her father OD and died