(because my blog is being dumb...)
it hurts worse than death
that i can not see them daily.
It hurts more inside to know
that alive, we speak no more.
And i feel as though they've passed on
but i am not ready, despite their encouraging calls from the past.
And i'm scared to step off this cliff that for so long they walked beside me on.
And if tears would bring them home, i would shed a thousand.
But now, no warm touch of hands
no soft and kind words....
Now it's just going through the motions, and feeling an empty pang everytime you think of good times.
I stand strong to walk beside those who never got to know
But inside, my heart is broken in sorrow....
