In my sleep it’s all alright again,
I laugh, I run, I play,
Then my 6am alarm sounds
And I must face another day.
Another day without you,
With no saviour by my side,
No companion to share anecdotes,
You’re not there to share life’s ride.
I find myself forgetting,
That you’re gone
Ten times each day,
And I turn to tell you stories
As I wend my broken way,
First through one day,
People say it gets less hard,
But I don’t think I’ll recover,
My heart’s far too badly scarred.
[this is the imagined viewpoint of a character in a book I’m reading. My loved ones are all alive and kicking thankfully]