there always has to be that moment
there has to be a final goodbye
one that is more than words
and one that goes down deep inside

mighty shepherdess
i am tender in your care
i will graze,
with your love laden stare

it’s strange
you are not here,
to hold my frame

you throw your hands up in the air
throw the dice,
and then,
try to sit back down on the chair

the magic is lost,
once the trick is explained
and you never measure the cost
just the strain

i am an angel,
and when i am with you
i believe in everything we do

too many days
of rules and regulations
just being grateful for the pay

i should not say it
and it is never fair to compare
but you make her look ordinary

the bed is awful cold
without you,
your cup of tea is cold
the last meal we had is a memory