In the morning I reached for you across the cold cold bed And felt the emptiness instead...

At lunch The soup was on. I called your name. Then waited, but you never came.

At night I knelt beside the bed – alone... And realized – again – that you were really gone.

The days pass slowly. The nights are long. I yearn to hear your familiar song.....

But, you aren't here.... And...old age for me is drawing near

Soon I too will draw my own last breath of air. BUT - I’m not afraid - because....

Because of HIM, I know that you'll be waiting there.