My pen is empty
As my words dry up...

My mind yearning
Chasing the craving...

Lightning don't strike
In the same place twice...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

How I wish life was simple
With no loss...

I watch you sleep
Lying next to me...

Broken is not the word
My heart is torn...

All I ever wanted was a family
All I ever wanted was to be loved by somebody...

On that fateful day
It was horrible to say...

You are the balm
To my wandering soul...

Day is drawing to a close
The ghostly whispers starts to flow...

If someone had said
Before that fateful day...