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Air blowing through the trees behind me, darkness is the only thing I see.
The ground is hard and the grass a deep green.
My eyes full of tears, and my heart aching in pain.
My wishes nothing but dreams that will never come true.
The priest says his prayers but all I can think is why?
Why should I pray?
Why should I believe?
When my prayers go unanswered.

I may be losing my mind.
You were my heart, my soul, and my love.
You died and I lost everything.
When shall I meet you up above?
Will you forget me?
Will I lose thee?

Isn’t it funny how in a second my life could change?
How my heart could be broken with just to words.
Flashing lights will also scare me.
Thought of as the bears of broken dreams.
As the messengers of death, instead of the protectors they were meant to be.

The blank stares while trying to express their condolences.
It does not help, nothing help.
Their constant apologies doing nothing but bringing me down.
Who were they?
What did they know?
How could they feel what I feel?
I am alone?
They are nothing but reminders of my empty home.