House Chores

Tending the gardens and mending the broken front porch
And then going to bed
Seeing the flowers you planted last April
Your memories haunt my old head

Climbing up spirals of stairs to the top of our
Lighthouse's narrowing point
There I will sing my reverberant song
In the long corridors of my pain

I miss you Julia, I miss you Julia

Brewing some tea and then pulling the weeds
And completing the Sunday crossword
Fixing the furnace and doing some earnest hard work
To keep my head deterred

Keeping my thoughts occupied so I can escape
From all the pain that I face
All of a sudden the thoughts swirl round
And I have no choice but to break down

I miss you Julia, miss you Julia

If I had one more chance to be near you, I would tell you
You meant the world to me. Since you left, I've felt so incomplete