The Little Things
Contributed by
Steve_Ralph
on
Friday, 12th July 2002 @ 01:15:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I want to go out and get so plastered,
I want to drunk as I can get,
To drown my sorrows in a bottle,
To see if it helps me forget,
See if it can stop me crying,
Make me feel like I dont care,
Forget the way she used to kiss me,
The way the wind blew through her hair,
To see if I can lose her memory,
In the bottom of a glass,
Then go home and burn her pictures,
It hurts to see her photographs,
Throw out the things that might remind me,
She was mine for fifty years,
Lock myself away from family,
I dont want them to see my tears,
The doctors say she didnt suffer,
Death came quick, she felt no pain,
She looked so well, gave not an inkling,
That a tumour grew beside her brain,
One minute we were in the kitchen,
Drinking coffee, folding sheets,
I said I was feeling hungry,
I might make something to eat,
I turned around just for a moment,
When I turned back shed passed away,
On the floor she lay before me,
Still and silently she lay,
Its strange the things that you remember,
As your world falls at your feet,
I recall the coffee tasting,
Just a little bit too sweet,
The way the toast popped in the toaster,
At the same time as she fell,
Turning round for no good reason,
What made me turn I cannot tell,
There was no sound, no sudden movement,
Why I turned I cant explain,
Almost like something had warned me,
That my world was about to change,
For a while I stood in silence,
Not believing she was dead,
Convinced myself shes only sleeping,
No-matter what the doctor said,
Then suddenly this sense of anger,
How dare she leave me all alone,
For fifty years Ive loved that woman,
For all those years shes shared my home,
Everything weve done together,
Rarely have we been apart,
I cant imagine life without her,
Shes always been here in my heart,
Now suddenly shes gone forever,
Theres only me we had no kids,
All these years Ive been so certain,
That I would die before she did,
We used to joke about my insurance,
How when I went shed take a cruise,
Find herself a nice young toy-boy,
To keep her happy and amused,
Now suddenly its not so funny,
I search the house but shes not there,
I keep expecting that Ill see her,
Sitting in the fire side chair,
Her perfume lingers in the bedroom,
Throughout the house, both up and down,
I fancy that I hear her call me,
But shes not there when I look around,
Night time makes the days seem easy,
That is when I miss her most,
Damn, but I cant help but cry,
Each time I see a piece of toast,
Or get the smell of fresh made coffee,
I shiver as I fold the sheets,
Theyre the little things that happened,
The day my world fell at my feet,
The little things that still remind me,
How she looked before she died,
How the world seemed so much brighter,
While she was walking by my side.
By S.E.Ralph
1-6-2002
Copyright ©
Steve_Ralph
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2002-07-12 13:15:36]
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