I can start listing on fingers and toes all the things you were meant to witness
All the dances, grandkids, and other things
Grief gave me too many ghosts to count
Somedays I curse your name, others I praise it
One day maybe I’ll even rejoice in it

But for now I’ll just waste my time living in dreams of things that cannot be
And crying tears over love lost
Trying to shed the weight of the burden of your death gave me