It's been a week since I lost him.
The torrential  downpour from my eyes
Has slowed to a gentle drizzle,
The tears cling to my face
-Like I used to cling to him-
They roll down gently over the hills And valleys of my face
And hang from my chin, unsure and quivering
Desperate and raw fingers try to erase them
Before anyone sees them because if they do,
They'll look at me with those sympathetic eyes
- I want to claw the pity out of them-
And they'll tell me "life goes on"
Yes. yes, I know life goes on
I just don't know if I can