This heart weeps much unto the sadness of itself.

The bright sunny days once filled with joy have all but left.

The sad thing on an even sadder tune is how the silence deafens.
Eyes all around see and tongues skirt the dire issues that are in hand.
I know this feeling and people just being people run as fast as they can.
I understand and harbor no grudge; for when sadness consumes it’s just easier this way.
Now these rambling lines pour now like zig zags from this weeping heart.
Choppy pitiful little things are they that cry alone on white pages in the dark.
Tomorrow, oh yes tomorrow; they say the sun will rise and may even shine.
However that is of little consolation to me when I am always, always crying.

So now I sit by your bed alone in the dark; I pray; I weep, I feel life coming apart.

I think of all the good times that we have together in our love so bountifully had.

Yet I can’t…I won’t, I won’t let go; the very thought of this drive me mad.

Now in the silence as I watch you sleep; I recall a movie that we once both did see.

I remember you laughed at me through your very own tears when you saw me cry.

I tried to recall the name and it just came to me…”The Notebook”…… “Sigh”

Goodnight now my love; rest well and know the inner workings of my heart.

Know that there is nothing that I would not do in order to keep you safe from all harm.

Know that in my love; know that I would become a substitution for you.

Know that I would do so without regret;

Know and believe that I will always be here for you and that better days will soon be ours to possess.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/2008