The truth of grief is always in arrears

Early in the morning  I’m in bed
What shall I do  with all the time I’m here?
If time could stop,I’d live  outside my head

I hear  the footsteps daily of the dead
I  can see the face I love in tears
Early in the morning , I’m in bed

I need to get a  needle and a thread
To mend the rips  made by my metal tears.
If time could stop,I’d live  outside my head

I want  perspective on the stuff  I’ve read
About the winds of sorrow, how they veer.
Early in the morning , I’m in bed

I feel I am not whole  just glued up shreds
The truth of grief is always in arrears
If time could stop,I’d live  outside my head

The pain of loss is like an iron that sears
Over and again down all the years
Early in the morning , still in bed.
If time would stop,I’d live  without a head