Pry away your fingers, dear
I see her
crying
I see her
with her hands over her eyes
and I wish
I could do something
anything
besides sit here and think about her
I dream of her
smiling
I dream of her
carefree and beautiful
and I want
to put my arms around her
one time
just to know what she feels like
I write about her
sometimes
I write about her
and wish I could help
and I try
to make her see what she needs
the words
she needs spoken to her
I think of her
now
I think of her
and how she used to be
and I can't
remember seeing her smile
or laugh
now that she's gone
I talked to her
today
I talked to her
about what's been going on
and I need
her to hear me just once
listen
when I say I loved her
But I can't get
to her
I can't get
myself those six feet down
and I just
want to see her face again
uncover
those beautiful crying eyes