Friday Mourning

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On Looking Up

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A desperate breath inhaled, then it leaves you

Hollowed out, and you struggle to feel something

Abandoned eyes that drowned in the disbelief and

Doubt, when you woke up Friday morning

It still seems so surreal

These scars should slowly heal

I remember when you kneeled, you didn't say goodbye

You knew she wasn't gone

You whispered

"Until we meet again, you'll be

Watching me, I know

Please save a place for me and when I'm finally

Called back home, I'll see you smiling there."

The angels in your bedroom softly sing her name

It's getting easier to sleep now

So you feel some comfort, but still it's not the same

But it's better than the twisted silence

You woke up Friday morning