I've sat here all this time
Searching for a reason
Holding onto this season
Waiting for the sun to shine
It breaks through the grimy window pane
While a restless need grows inside
Hopefully this day won't be the same
Shattered pieces since you died
Waking up to face this day
Shaking off the morning blues
Inching closer to pay my dues
Handling this pain in my own way
Walking along this dusty path
Searching for a clue
Insecure to really ask
Hunting lost memories of you
Seeking answers among the trees
Inside, I died that day too
Why did it have to be you?
Haunted by your dream, now I set you free.
Wish you could see
Wish it were me
Wish you knew
Wish it wasn't you
Natasha Bolling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wish-97/
