It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...
Sitting here waiting
Thinking its this time of year...
Not knowing who we are
Not knowing where to go...
Staring at your empty suede coat is like
Sailing in a storm with no rescue...
I remember once, I had a buddy
Whom I met at a place I don't remember...
tell me my dear
the words too heavy to hear...
Take me back to the days when your coughing fits...
When I thought it was bad that you’d forget to...
All those days you spent
Looking through that window...
Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...
The man I love lies under the olive tree
The hero of my past is now of this world free...
Grief is a mind with no plan, a soul that can only...
The first drop of rain that falls in the spring...
When my mom died,
I was told that grief can be separated into two...