DAYS OF THEN

DAYS OF THEN

By Gene Henry

He sits in the room, all alone, trying to stay strong
Another sleepless night, a night forever long
He rests his weary head and hugs his pillow tight
He sobs so deep and sad, as he kisses her good-night
He tosses and turns, and kicks the covers free
He silently starts to scream, why did she have to leave
He feels the empty void, utterly alone
But then again, why not, the love he had is gone
Sometimes at night, it all becomes clear
It is at times like these, he knows she’s really near
He lays back down again, and tells the night good-bye
His heart is overflowing, overflowing through his eyes
The alarm goes off, as usual, he barely hears its vibes
All he hears and knows is why
Why did she have to die!!!
He thinks he’s mad at God, and feels guilt from that inside
He quickly looks about, a good safe place to hide
He thinks he’ll lay back down, a moment, maybe two
And wonders to himself, what am I going to do?
As he drifts with the sandman, his dreams are filled with mist
He knows that she is near; he just felt the softest kiss
He wonders how he’ll make it through; his world was filled with her
Empty days of now, how he wishes for days of then

HOW HE PRAYS FOR DAYS OF THEN

Zoo Uncaged

(Grief cannot be read or told - only felt)