Time to Cry.

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!.”