Hope Ain't Gonna Float

 

Sadness drapes your shoulders like a well worn coat
Feet dragging heavily no hope to float.

 

An empty house once full of laughter and light.
Welcomed you home as you returned each night.

 

Now darkness greets you as you reach that door.
No more light no warmth any more.
The aroma of cooking once such a normality
Lacking in your life is now your reality.

 

Slumped in your chair you stare at the blank screen.
So many nights held in your arms, her favourite movies seen.

 

A microwave dinner..milk before bed.
You lay staring at the pillow were she once laid her head.
A tear trickles silently before you drift away.
Praying that you won't have to greet another day.

 

The dawn arrives quickly, too quickly for you.
Family arrive, all chatter and try to cheer you on.
You smile but inside you want to be gone.
As you wave and smile you close the door.
No hope to be found here any more.

 

Whisky glass in hand you drift into slumber.
A dream of days past too many to number.
You wake with a start to be greeted by the dark.
To a silence so deafening you cover your ears.
Then cover your eyes now flowing with tears.

 

You dance all alone to her favourite tune.
Swaying slowly to the light of the moon.
Your whiskey glass sits empty alone on the bar.
One final goodbye one final hurrah.

 

No more lonely nights filled with endless sorrow.
For you my dear friend there will be no tomorrow.

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw

For Ged