How different things would be now

Standard

Sometimes I wake up in the darkest hours
My hand on my stomach
The pain as sharp as the day I lost you

How different things would be now

I hear them tell me you’d gone
Nothing else that could be done
As clear as though it was yesterday

How different things would be now

It’s as cold as it was that day
When you woke me in the darkest hour
My hand on my stomach
The pain sharp

I pull the blanket closer
Willing sleep to return

How different things would be now

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s