a year and a half has passed since whenthe dear Lord called you home...
A year and a half of troubled days;
yet... time enough to mend....
Though days have sped by rapidly
I can't recall an hour,When thoughts of you don't linger near;
those thoughts have so much power.
The memory of your last few weeks
still haunts me to this day.
I don't seem able to let them go;
Please ~~~ help me find a way.
Although I'm only humanthe guilt still tears at me.
Those "little things" unthought-of;
those "little things" I did not see.
Unable to resolve the strife,
The burden never ending.
I find I dare not speak of it
For others have done Their mending.
To myself I keep my thoughts
Fearing ridicule and scorn
from those more able to move ahead
and see a brighter morn...
Healing comes with Time, it's said.
Time has, thus far, no cure.
How much of it must need to pass?
How much must I endure?
I need a key to unlock the door
where all this pain and guilt reside.
Please; someone help me find that key.
I'm so torn up inside...
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