Your absence from our home is a still a wound
A bruise upon my heart, a knock, a blow
A song that has no words nor any tune
That hovers in my ear,is loth to go
Yet I am glad I helped you to let go
I would not wish that you were here alone
But when the lake of tears still overflows
I wish that I could reach you on my phone
I am not lonely,I am missing you
Your tenor voice, your loving touch and words
The distance when you from the world withdrew.
Seems to me, few voices I have heard.
Yet I accept all living creatures die
But why are widows not allowed to cry?