© Kristin Gaines
Written on June 6, 2005
Monday night I got a phone call,
And they told me to take a seat,
Because the news that I am about to receive,
Is unbearable to beat.
They told me you were dead,
And you left me in this world alone,
The pains running through my heart,
Felt like a cold, dark, stone.
I cried myself to sleep at night,
For months at a time,
And all I could think about,
Was when I saw you for the first time.
I tried to hide my pains and feelings,
And make like everything was ok,
But when I saw your mother,
I made an excuse to run away.
I had dreams of you at night,
Illusions that you were here,
And when I woke up from my Fantasy,
My eyes were full of tears.
Iâ€™d never imagine,
That you wouldnâ€™t be here today,
I wouldnâ€™t have fussed and argued,
And told you to go away.
I didnâ€™t get a chance to say â€œI Love Youâ€ before you left,
And I blame myself everyday,
And when I come to your Gravestone,
I will fall to my knees, and you will help me Pray.
But the Tears I Cry For You,
Are tears of sorrow, happiness, and guilt,
But, I have something to remind me of you,
And thatâ€™s of the Good times that we spent.