Way back when,
many years ago,
is where we start
this tale of woe.

We never gave
a second thought
to one undeserving
of what she got.

Sat and watched
for five whole years,
as you faded out
with little fear.

There was snow on the ground
when I saw you last;
before you became
a face in my past.

The one who taught me
to spin wool into thread
is lying now
in the ground, dead.

We got the news
when light attacked.
You were gone,
no coming back.

Smiles gone
we mourned the day
the lord came back
to take you away.

A birthday destroyed
unknown to him.
We don’t heal
by lying to kin.

The truth we hide
to spare a child
has made me cry
and fake a smile.

They say you’re better,
that you kissed pain goodbye,
that you’re free and riding horses
way up in the sky.

Things have changed.
This much is true.
New Year, New Me…
Without You.