JB ( / England)

Middle Of The Night

It's the middle of the night, my thoughts turn to you, always you
Sad and alone, this empty house no longer a home,
Memories shared are strong, powerful in my mind
Yet no comfort is took,
the void you left when you were took away
Haunts my heart, soul and all I can do is pray
Life has carried on, routine every day I'm living in body but my soul is destroyed
Will its get better? I'm told it does
Time is a healer, I will wait and see
Meanwhile I'm here stuck in misery.
It's the middle of the night, my thoughts are of you.

by Jenny Barton

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