Nightmares come and nightmares go
When tragedy happens to you
Your world hits a
Brand new plateau

What was is no more
More becomes less
Reality becomes a surreal thing
Forward marching stops as you regress 

Frustrated easy 
It’s hard to work
No longer able to concentrate 
Just go home go a little berserk 

Crying is a constant thing 
The phone hardly  ever rings
Gather up all your loves 
Possessions- his things 

Couldn’t part with  not one thing 
In the attic it goes 
You’ll look again in the spring …..