In my Heart

In my heart,
My broken heart...
Are the feelings
Of a cold winter day.
Left with nothing,
But loneliness and memories,
That I can only look back on,
And never repeat.

In my heart,
My broken heart…
Are the feelings
Of a cool spring day.
With feelings,
Of sadness and questions,
Questions of why…
He had to go and die.

In my heart,
My healing heart…
Are the feelings,
Of a warm summers day.
Left with feelings
Of shock and confusement.
Confusement of why,
He had to let his life go by.

In my heart,
My healing heart…
Are the feelings of a cool fall day.
Left with remembrance of him,
And the things we did.
And thinking of this,
Makes me feel better,
But only for a moment…
Because then I realize
That the grief of his death,
Will never really go away…
Just like the seasons that go by every day.