Categories: Bereavement
I seem to be on autopilot
Drifting through day after day
Most things have lost their interest for me
Ever since you went away.
I am told that life continues
I realise this is true
But everything has less meaning
Now I’m alone; without you.
They keep telling me time will gradually heal
Deep inside I know this is right
But the void at present I have in my heart
Never leaves me day or night.
I hope that soon I’ll be able to switch
From autopilot to flying again
Moving on to many new things, yet knowing
You are always with me in the plane.
