Bird York Follow

In the afternoonshe sits and waits for him to cometwo
swollen ankles count the timeNervous fingers traceacross the cold linoleumthe kitchen wall receives her
sigh"Oh, can you hear me, Joe?"she tries to call
across the veilHer lips are trembling nowcan't
hear his voice , can't feel him nearshe says "Save
me, save mewhy don't you save me from the pain of
losing youSave me, save mewhy don't you save me
from this hell I'm going through"The dinner table
looks so strange without him sitting therethe bed is empty
on his sidefor forty years this house has held the fire of
love they sharedbut now the garden slowly diesHe
said he'd never leave her alone to face the dayWhat
kind of God is this that'll take him backand make her
stay"Save me, save mewhy don't you save me from
the pain of losing yousave me, save mewhy don't
you save me from this hell I'm going through?The kids
try to come around,try to make some time to see me,I
know, the busy lives they leadkeep them from these
memories"