A Widow’s Bed

 Will you remember me from beyond?
 If I call out will you respond?
 
 I reach my hand for you every night
 Only to find my throat go tight
 
 Each passing day it is clear
 That you are really gone, my dear
 
 I hope that these are just dreams
 But they are real, so it seems
 
 And so each day goes on by
 I wonder when I'll start to cry
 
 I miss you, love, with all I am
 I wish I did not give a damn
 
 Yet here I walk from night to day
 Without the heart I gave away
 
 My life feels like a massive con
 Now that you are dead and gone.