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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