Imprimir I write fact as fiction by Aa Harvey

I write fact as fiction.

Let in the cat.

Lock the door.

Wait for her to lay down.

Close the kitchen door.

Pick up the remote.

Turn off the T.V.

This is no time for comedy.

Turn off the light.

Close the door.

Climb the stairs to another world.

A place to rest my weary head,

After the bathroom where I wipe teary eyes.

Time for me to go to bed.

Need to dream of better times.

I can’t sleep without you here.

So sad to know, you are gone, when we were so near.

Held utopia in my hands for a time.

Live that life, once upon a life.

Now I lay here wondering about dying.

Have no idea what happens at the end of the line.

Saw to much to not know nothing.

People tell me there are stages of grieving,

But I can’t hear their words, which are meant to be comforting.

I can’t sleep because I’m scared of dreaming.

The dreams we used to share are not there.

Now I am haunted by your appearance.

Need to tell you I still care,

But all I can hear are their words of condolence.

Love died today.

They took it away.

I lost.

It ended,

Never to be replaced.

The cause is known,

The reasons are not.

The truth is lost.

I live in an empty home.

Never wanted to be a widow.

Never want to look out of the window.

Just want to close my eyes forever,

For you and I will never be together.

Then I awake to rays of sunshine.

You are not with me when you were my light.

I don’t know if I can still say you are mine.

Am I wrong for getting up this morning,

And still living this empty life...?