Just as it was before...
Still she keeps your slippers by the chair
and hangs your jumpers on the line
as if nothing has changed, like you're still there
and life goes on just fine.
She polishes your glasses with such pride
and places them with care upon the shelf
trying not to show the hurt inside
she thinks no one will notice but her self
She puts out two cups for morning tea
almost like she can't accept the grief
at times she often calls your name
and I look on in tender disbelief.
I guess you being there is all she knew
without you in her life she bares the pain
i'm sure you're up there feeling the same too
as she tries so hard to keep life just the same.
And when she thinks that no one is around
she sits so lost alone and starts to weep
A river of tears that make no sound
for her love... in eternal sleep.
