Time to Cry
Though the crying time is gone
the agony lingers on.
I see you everywhere:
Mornings in my mirror
days in all the traffic passing by
evenings in the restaurant
nights when I try not to cry.
I wake and it starts all over again.
I’m not crying anymore
but the pain of losing you
hits me in my core.
You are in everything:
In my dreams, my nightmares
in my coffee, in my whiskey.
I see you walking on every sidewalk
sitting in every park
shopping in all the stores.
I call your name out loud
and people stare at me.
I try to read, and your name
is on every page.
I watch my favorite show
and you are the village nurse.
I call a friend and they think it’s you.
I hang up and wipe my tears.
I go to the pub to forget
and they tell me, “It’s on the house.”
It’s worse after dark.
It’s as though the sun misses you too.
I leave the lights on at night.
I think I’m going crazy
but then, I remember
you left of your own accord
saying that I loved someone else
Donna, and I should go live with her.
I think why not and I call her
She says. “Jesus, it’s 3:00 AM!
Don’t call here anymore!.”