Seven years and she’s still dead. I think deep down I’ve never expected that she’d be dead this long, that I cant fix it and make it all get back to normal. It’s not how any days and years its been since I last saw or held her, but how many more there are still to come. I don’t want her to be dead for ever – come on, she’s been gone long enough now. Can I have her home and we’ll just go back to normal now please. Am I going crazy?
Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose,
But weep to have that which it fears to loose.