Everything Gone
Every night I grasp the pillow as hard as I can
And dream of the love I have lost
Every night the pillow grows damp with tears
God I miss her
Fate took her from me too soon
In our bed I hold silent vigil
Underneath satin sheets she loved so much
Days go by with her spirit clinging to everything
They say I am depressed
Think about the gun in the nightstand
So unsure of what lies ahead
Keeps me stranded here
Hiding between the bedposts
Seek my quiet redemption through physical pain
Together we created art an music and truth
Her beauty and her wisdom
My soul so tortured
She helped me to heal
Now all is gone from here
In our bed
Desperately clinging to her memory
I die
© Copyright Peter Lugo 2002
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