To Be, Is the Answer

by Viola   May 10, 2010


I sit on my crooked bed
This room is suffocating
Every tick of the clock sucking my breath away
I miss you love
In the lonely hours
Sylvia keeps me company
Solemn words on a solemn page
You rest your bones away from me
But I smile because you said it best
When you put your hand to your heart
And whispered 'you are home'
I spend my life waiting
To be delivered to the stone
But as I lay in the lonely hours alone
I remember your heart beat
Calling me home
I am, I am, I am
And I know why I must stay

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