Days drift passed with no real meaning
Emotions raw, it's hard to make sense of what I'm feeling
What to do? I must keep busy
Sometimes I feel sick, light headed and dizzy
I am not ill, this feeling deep down, beneath
Though it is a paralyzing condition, this thing called grief
My heart has all but stopped beating, my throat almost closed and bone dry
Sometimes the tears fall but it's worst of all, when inside I cry
The closest around suffer then you can be strong
Helping them through their pain, though the day is so wrong
On a good day my concentration will lapse, I'll pick up the phone
But all at once the air punched emotion, reminds me you are gone
I am lost and I am broken
Can I be found, will I mend? Strangers kinds words often spoken
There is no bitterness or hatred
The precious little time we had I will hold sacred
