Losing loved ones the holes won’t ever be filled
Trying to move past those loses but lost trying to feel
A part of me gone that I can’t ever touch
The only thing found is I lost too much
Lonely from missing nothing harder to face
Nothing close to that pain no matter the case
Though we know part of living is the ending in death
A hard thing to accept they’ve drawn their last breath
Having left us either before or in their prime
Not wanting to believe it was in His time
I sorted out missing those for whom I cared
Though ashamed to ask He was still there
After that kind of lonely not much compares
That lonely ole lonesome my own cross to bear
JBentley-14Aug2023