Here's something you might be interested in.
where is the broom to sweep up all the shards
to redeal life's cards
when a loved one has gone away
and left a heart to break on its own
the sudden crippling chill of all alone
from all the years once spent together
and now the bed is bigger
colder
no matter the number of blankets
they cannot fill that space beside where he used to lay
and keep me warm
where is heaven's mercy then
that makes an angel of one
so dear and hallowed in my life
who will not walk with me
but in memory . . . the rooms still hold his essence
like it's waiting patiently for him to return
his scent perfumes like a musky finest hour
fillling the air
his laughter still a ghostly tenant
in my heart that filled my ears
i cry but he does not spill with my tears
flowing down the smile lines he drew on my face with his soft kisses
as i gaze into the mirror alone
the place he left so many notes in
in shades of red that covered my lips
the "i love you"s with little hearts
i drew to dot the i...
he was my guy
i was the vessel he filled with his love
made life's journey so much easier
how he filled my sails . ..
now every wind carries hints of his voice
my one-sided conversations of all the plans we made
on those walks we used to take
we pointed at the snow on the mountain
how it seemed so big through our years
we laughed, imagining how cold it would be
up there, though his smile could melt the polar caps
and i would even tell him so
i see, the snows returning
time's great hands weighing the horizon
but that snow won't melt now,
i shelter the flame of his in my heart
though my steps are slowed and heavier
how he still keeps me warm
and that mountain doesn't look so big anymore
that place you laid down for your final sleep without me
not by your side to keep you warm now
it's all a mess now, time without him
hard to keep the place clean now
it doesn't feel so much like a home
without him by my side, sharing my life
maybe time is the bristled straw
against my final hours turning to dust
when my heart stops beating, too weak to go on anymore
and then to collect me and carry me to him
and my legs will be young again
and my arms will be strong again
and my heart will become whole again
and he will redraw those smile lines
with those soft kisses and touches
upon my smooth face
that future day i will once more sweep him off his spiritual feet
he is still my smile
my laughter
as i think of that coming day
no longer having to spend any of it without him
where is the broom to sweep up all the shards
to redeal life's cards
when a loved one has gone away
and left a heart to break on its own
the sudden crippling chill of all alone
from all the years once spent together
and now the bed is bigger
colder
no matter the number of blankets
they cannot fill that space beside where he used to lay
and keep me warm
where is heaven's mercy then
that makes an angel of one
so dear and hallowed in my life
who will not walk with me
but in memory . . . the rooms still hold his essence
like it's waiting patiently for him to return
his scent perfumes like a musky finest hour
fillling the air
his laughter still a ghostly tenant
in my heart that filled my ears
i cry but he does not spill with my tears
flowing down the smile lines he drew on my face with his soft kisses
as i gaze into the mirror alone
the place he left so many notes in
in shades of red that covered my lips
the "i love you"s with little hearts
i drew to dot the i...
he was my guy
i was the vessel he filled with his love
made life's journey so much easier
how he filled my sails . ..
now every wind carries hints of his voice
my one-sided conversations of all the plans we made
on those walks we used to take
we pointed at the snow on the mountain
how it seemed so big through our years
we laughed, imagining how cold it would be
up there, though his smile could melt the polar caps
and i would even tell him so
i see, the snows returning
time's great hands weighing the horizon
but that snow won't melt now,
i shelter the flame of his in my heart
though my steps are slowed and heavier
how he still keeps me warm
and that mountain doesn't look so big anymore
that place you laid down for your final sleep without me
not by your side to keep you warm now
it's all a mess now, time without him
hard to keep the place clean now
it doesn't feel so much like a home
without him by my side, sharing my life
maybe time is the bristled straw
against my final hours turning to dust
when my heart stops beating, too weak to go on anymore
and then to collect me and carry me to him
and my legs will be young again
and my arms will be strong again
and my heart will become whole again
and he will redraw those smile lines
with those soft kisses and touches
upon my smooth face
that future day i will once more sweep him off his spiritual feet
he is still my smile
my laughter
as i think of that coming day
no longer having to spend any of it without him