Her tears reflect a million sorrows,
his death reflects a million lost tomorrows.
A father, a son,his wife’s only one,
his child’s life had only just begun,

But he would not be there.

Blood curdling screams at the loss of her lover.
A gaping hole in her heart never to be filled by another.
But it’s okay just stay alert,
and you won’t face this bitter hurt.
All to be done is hands,face,space,

But no one will ever fill his place.

Just another number, on another chart,
just another wound to another heart.

Just another hand to hold.

By a brave woman, not family,
no, not family.

This woman once had a dream to become a nurse,
yet she never foretold this challenging curse,
in the mirror she saw the grim reaper,
but she was rather quite the opposite.

But it’s hard to tell when lack of life takes over it.

She goes home, and strips off her scrubs,
and she like his widowed wife,
uncontrollably blubs.

For she, has lost him too.

A man she never knew.