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?


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?


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?