This was not supposed to happen.
You were not supposed to go.
We had planned our life together
And we loved each other so.
You didn't choose to leave me,
I know that all to well;
But because you're now in heaven
My life's a living hell.
I still look up and see you
In the shadows on the wall
And forget that you won't answer,
Although I still try to call.
I sometimes catch a hint
Of your cologne within the air
And look up and remember
I won't find you standing there.
I miss the talks we used to have
For hours upon end,
The smiles and tears that we would share
In the arms of our best friend.
I miss the nightly phone calls
That would keep me up til three
But now all I have on the other end
Is a voicemail memory.
I miss the way a twin bed
Was not made for holding two
And the way you couldn't go to sleep
Without me next to you.
I miss the kids that we had named
The ones we would have had
And how I knew from moment one
You'd be the perfect dad.
I miss the romance, tenderness;
The way it used to be
But most of all I simply miss
The way that you loved me.
It's been so many years now,
I'm still trying to make it through
But it's hard to live without the half
That's buried there with you.
Cause of Death: Cerebral Hemorrhage
A Special Thanks to Debbie Sullivan for sponsoring John's Page.
This was not supposed to happen.
You were not supposed to go.
We had planned our life together
And we loved each other so.
You didn't choose to leave me,
I know that all to well;
But because you're now in heaven
My life's a living hell.
I still look up and see you
In the shadows on the wall
And forget that you won't answer,
Although I still try to call.
I sometimes catch a hint
Of your cologne within the air
And look up and remember
I won't find you standing there.
I miss the talks we used to have
For hours upon end,
The smiles and tears that we would share
In the arms of our best friend.
I miss the nightly phone calls
That would keep me up til three
But now all I have on the other end
Is a voicemail memory.
I miss the way a twin bed
Was not made for holding two
And the way you couldn't go to sleep
Without me next to you.
I miss the kids that we had named
The ones we would have had
And how I knew from moment one
You'd be the perfect dad.
I miss the romance, tenderness;
The way it used to be
But most of all I simply miss
The way that you loved me.
It's been so many years now,
I'm still trying to make it through
But it's hard to live without the half
That's buried there with you.
Cause of Death: Cerebral Hemorrhage
A Special Thanks to Debbie Sullivan for sponsoring John's Page.
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