I open my eyes on Christmas morn
I want to wish you the best
You're not there
I have news of Grandchildren
and want to tell you the rest
You're not there
I have a new house
You'll love the garden and flowers
You're not there
Sometimes I'm sad
been crying for hours
You're not there
I want comfort and loving
when i'm needy, in pain
You're not there
an arm put around me
to fix me again
You're not there
I want you to stay
let me be the host
You're not there
I want to confide
when I need you the most
You're not there
I want to invite you for tea
with cooking by me
You're not there
I want to take day trips
and walk by the sea
You're not there
But most of all
I want to see you again
But you're not there
And life to me, just doesn't seem fair..
Adrian Smith
Jan 2014
Still hurting.
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