I counted down to today
Now it’s just a Saturday
With a glass of wine
And a mirror to pine my tears away
I wonder if I’ll forget his face
And all the little sounds he made
A minute, two, or maybe three
Imagining what we could be
She cried and so did I
All the dreams and then the lie
Another memory that burns
Is there a lesson to be learned?
Talk about a leap of faith
I don’t know and I don’t pray
If there is meaning in the break
My heart is here for them to take
It’s good to be home
A bed, a room, all my own
There is healing by this bay
I’ll find it someday
With Love,
Natalie