Now here I sit and stare
Without blinking memories flood my eyes and leave as tears
A hole in my stomach threatening to swallow me whole
You left me here alone to grow old
In an empty cold bed I sleep
A table with one chair I eat
Your dresser I keep unmoved and neat
I wish you were just hiding and I just had to seek
Every knock on the door my heart drops
Every morning the silence starts my day with stomach knots
Everyday memories seem to be fading
This is why I sit and stare at your painting
- Peter Gundry
