The Cloud Of Grief

Thoughts are running riot, In this sleepy head of mine, A range of mixed emotions, Taunt me all the time, I can't shake off this feeling, That I'll not see you again, I feel I'm living in a dream, And if I count to ten, The phone may ring, I'll hear your voice, A sound I loved to hear, To hear you laugh yet once again, Would bring so many tears, Of joy, but that's impossible, My mind's just playing tricks, So many lovely memories, I couldn't take my pick, I tell myself, I must accept the fact that life goes on, But find it so unreal now, That you are finally gone. Photographs may comfort me, But life is not the same, I only wish by magic, I could bring you back again. Jayne Davies