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Words for the Journey

Discover a sanctuary of perspectives, tools, and shared experiences written for people living with grief.

When you left,                                                                                         

I cried each day,

Still hard to believe

You’ve gone away.

Deep down inside

I know you’re near

I feel you… I hear you

In each falling tear.

The part that hurts

So hard for me

Is not seeing you in the places

You used to be.

An empty bed,

I sit and stare

An extra plate,

Your favorite chair

Your toothbrush stands

Straight in the cup,

Your cologne and hairbrush

I can never give up.

The pen that you used

Every single day,

The clothes that you wore

In the drawer they will stay.

I can picture you still

Right here with me,

In the mirror alone,

Where you used to be.

No more soft kisses

When I leave for the day

No " I love you" calls

In my heart you will stay.

Your clothes and your knick knacks

I have never touched

It's too much to handle

Cause I miss you so much.

I left out the towels

That say HE and SHE

Your razor still sits there

Where you used to be.

In a flash.....Just an INSTANT!

You were gone here from me

A void and an absence

 Where you used to be.

Every room holds a memory

Each day is a fight

As I whisper your name

Before I sleep at night

I am sure that you know it,

 I’m sure you can see

How not having you here,

Is so hard for me.

I still hear you voice

On the answering machine,

And I look for you each night

In my sleep as I dream.

I imagine you closer,

And I pray that you know,

God, how I miss you

And that you had to go.

Each day you are longed for

For my heart, you’re the key

I want just one more minute

Where you used to be.

In my heart I will hold you

This to you, I do vow

From the place that you once were,

To the place you are now.


Photo courtesy of Keith Foster

 

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