Why is is that your face appears
in my bowl of cheerios, my morning coffee cup,
or at the command of a spoken word
that brings reference to you...
My stomach aches and falls apart
when remembering everything about you
When every Tuesday comes around
I sit and wait, looking at the clock,
thinking you're still going to call me.
I anxiously wait... knowing it isn't coming
and a lump rises in my throat
and tears are soon to follow...
You were my anchor
in my times of need
and I was your source
to unload on
when things were out of control
together we talked our way through it
laughing by the time we hung up...
I shall miss you
in all my days to come
whatever they may be
I can never quite get over
that you're not here with me...