A description of loneliness
Each day my bones grow wearier
Life just seems to drag
Winter now seems even drearier
Time just seems to lag.
I think of you and choke up
I still do not accept your death
Some people suggest a loner's cup
Yet it is love that moves my breath.
Your death left me reeling
It came as a tremendous blow
Where my life was full of feeling
It is as desolate as the winter snow.
I miss you as I always will
Being lonely each day is not my skill.