The cracks get wider from the dry empty air...
Desolate headstones in disrepair...
Doesn\'t anyone care?
Can it really be 7 years?
Never hearing...Good Morning Dear...
People shy away now when I\'m near...
Often with a tear...
Can they ever feel what I feel?
Always a sadness that I might never again?
I was never supposed to go first...
I miss you like a constant thirst...
Loving you was a gift I never felt worthy of...
Then you were gone, and of course I then knew...
My foolishness to presuppose that I would wake each day to you...
Green eyes that could be blue...
As they cried in our joy and pain...
Or like a little girl when it rained...
This bench is becoming my home...
As I ache into my bones...
Mary, I don\'t want to be here anymore...
I miss my meaning each day to adore...
My Mary...
Who I would carry, when she could not walk...
Then no longer talk...
So, I spoke for us as 1...
On this bench baked by the sun...
At the end you were always so cold...
And I would hold...
The girl that I loved...
When once I whispered to her to be mine, as I dare be so bold...
Im tired Mary, so tired...
Can I come home?