You wonder how I'm doing
since you went away.
They all say I'm healing,
But not too much has changed.
Sometimes days are better
Sometimes days are worse.
My heart is weak and heavy,
And I can't say how it hurts.
I walk the empty hallways
And hear your voice in song.
And sometimes in my absent mind,
I softly sing along.
You said there's nothing more amazing
Then Irish eyes that smile.
But my eyes are grey and clouded,
They've been lonely for a while.
Spring has finally whispered
Its warm breath at my door.
I invited it to stay,
But if it heeded, I'm not sure.
The grass is green, and flowers bloom,
But somehow, here inside,
There's still a fighting winter wind
I have tried so hard to hide.
Missing you gets longer.
How I miss your gentle touch.
And I don't think I could have said
"I love you" near enough.
I hope to heaven you are happy.
And I hope that you can't see,
Every time you look down here,
The mess that's left of me.
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