Why is it?
by joetwo
Why is it?
That I miss you so,
That I am lost without you,
That you cannot escape my mind,
That there is no running from my memory,
From the ghosts of my time with you?
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Why is it?
That my life is on edge,
That I cannot fathom a life alone,
That your absence is like the cruellest torture,
That my heart feels empty,
A cavernous space left by your passing?
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Why is it?
That you are not here now,
That the red light was ignored,
That the doctors couldn’t save you,
That they buried you so fast,
Before I could say all my goodbyes?
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There were tears.