visiting you hurts - Shania Feck

I visit you often,

not as much as I should.

Talks used to be full of laughter and love,

this cold stone doesn’t give advice quite like you could.

Each time my car turns down that drive,

it’s a reminder that I can’t turn back time.

God knows that if I could,

I’d lay me in the ground,

I’d keep you as the one up here walking around.

Would you visit me here,

if I had gone first?

Would you sit here in the cold,

unable to muster up any words?

I have so much to say,

but the words refuse to ever come out.

I’d like to think you understand me anyway,

even through the tears pouring down.

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Shania Feck