Grieve

Innumerable hands will guide us to repair our anguish

It's only been hours, life carries on as if you never left

We languish in this time, like false fiction without an end

My eyes red and raw, I struggle to find my breath

In late hours, I ache for the sound of your voice

Or a key outside the lock

A flash of words I never got to say

With lips that tremble, how I wish that we could talk

4 am, or six, nothing changed, the sun's already in its place

The coffee is warm in the pot

But there's only me and as I beg and plead

There's no way to turn back the clock.

My laughing lines lay smooth and flat

Reasoning, bargaining, This...He...Why...

In strength and love

I believe everything will be all right

Ray Byiers