Abbie

What if the stars are great, my lover slowly fades, lately gone from this terrain, doesn't like my happy tone, the walls are limpid grey, my head is full od stones, look at my hands shake, it’s difficult to keep going, when a voice gives way, the kids have grasped the bone, confined within their days, furious now he’s gone, the moon is light as cake, the seasons roll away, I’ll see them happy again, they ride the roller coaster, say he's now a flake, I laugh and know I'll cope, but each night pray.