For Mary

When I’ m crying
its you I hug
Its a sob story I’m not buying
It wasn’t just a stomach bug

You're away
But here I stay
Until it’s time to leave
For I do not plan on grief
And it’s you I want to see
In this place I’d rather be

But words are too hard to speak
And help is too hard to be said
The future is to bleak
As I sit in my bed