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You ask me if I see you

Since I have gone away

I try to help you understand

In our time on Earth together

There were many memories made

When you stand beside my grave

With tear drops falling on your face

I have had a few good days, i know who I am and I even know your name,

i could not figure out out why you were ignoring me and then I read my first poem,

"Who Am I" and I realized just how mean that I could be.  

My life has changed since you're not here 

I'd give anything just to see your face

That smile that used to light a room

Your little things around the place

I'd stay awake a thousand nights

Just to listen to you snore

Turn a million cartwheels

To hear your key unlock the door

I'm standing in an empty room

Yeah, I know. Many who know me know that my writings have centered around grief and loss. They may think I have deviated from my new 'normal'. The Denver Broncos and Peyton Manning are actually a very large part of my grief process. We all have little oddities and triggers by the boatload from the loss of someone we love.

Even though most of my grief journey was a fog at the beginning, I will always remember the friends that were there for me, the friends that were not there for me and the friends that continue to walk this journey with me. I remember a phone call to a close friend the day my mom passed.

 I was there with you today..as you sat weeping by the grave of your child..Did you not see My teardrops on their headstone.

Can you not see My tears as you are crying in your car..driving... the windshield wipers furiously trying to keep your window clear..My tears are in the rain