Hometime

As the hurt starts to subside

And the pain begins to fade

I’m never too far

From the reminder

Grief is still the sharpest blade

All That Once Was

It
was so
much
better

When
you
were
here

Holding
you
close

Pulling
you
near

Now
all
that
once
was

Has
gone
away

I’m
left
here
alone

And
that’s
not
OK

Xxx

Maybe

It
has
occured
to me
once
again

Now
that
I’m
left
without
a friend

Maybe
all
this
time
I’ve
misunderstood

And
it was
actually
me who
fucked
things
up

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

‘Bring Me Home And Have Me’

I can walk along

Feeling fine

Then without warning

You’re on my mind

I break for home

Each step quicker

Heart in my mouth

Stomach ever sicker

As I remember

With a groan

The reason why

I’m all alone

Xxx

Reflex

I can’t
believe
it’s taken

All this
time to
see

That the
bully is
not you

But,
actually,
it’s me

The Messenger (1)

Morning:

I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you

Even
though
it was
through
a screen

Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete

With a
little
crack
inbetween

Every Day

Still hoping,
Still waiting,
Still holding,
Still wanting.

Still thinking,
Still grieving,
Still trying,
Still giving.

Still caring,
Still feeling,
Still crying,
Still fighting.

Still breathing,
Still living,
Still believing,
Still loving.

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