Musings of a Broken Mind

The Missing Piece

Coldness takes a hold of me, I sit here all alone,

No voice speaks back each time I call, the number of your phone.

No laughter rings out loudly, like the circus of my mind,

Just silence in the lonesome throes, of a lifetime left behind.

Oh how my happiness is hard to find without you here,

and how the days so slowly pass with very little cheer,

and how my dreams have faded since you left me here on Earth,

and how each day I struggle to remember what I'm worth.

While people tell me that you're gone, and nought can bring you back,

and even though the tears I've cried aren't something that I lack,

and even though I close my eyes and pray it's just a dream,

I know the truth, I drown in it, within this steady stream.

Oh dad if only for one day, I'd see your smile again,

and feel the warmth within you as it eats away my pain,

and hear you sing your favourite songs, your voice so soft and mild,

and sit wrapped in your loving arms, your ever loving child.

Alas, I know it's not a dream, I look upon your face,

the much loved images I have, within their special place.

The man I'll love forever, he who taught me to be free,

the one who helped to build me up and helped me to be me.

The one who soldiered on through life, when people tore him down,

the one who rightly reigned my heart yet never wore his crown.

The man who cried so often, yet who still found time to smile,

the man who faced with courage, every single bitter trial.

I know you're somewhere better now, where there is no more pain,

where everything is brighter and the sun imbues the rain,

with all your favourite colours, in each drop there is a place,

which carries all your hopes and dreams into a brighter space.

One day I hope we'll meet again, and start out life anew,

in dreams and memories of those who have always held you true,

and when that time comes I'll be sure, my love I'll always show,

by holding you within my arms and never letting go. 

© Copyright Janine Bignell 2014