Same Time Of The Year

It's that time of the year,

Each day I watched, your silent pain,

A fragile body, a fragile chain.

I prayed for healing, begged the skies,

Hoping miracles would defy goodbyes.

Yet every moment brought cruel strife.

The fear of loss, the hope of life.

I wish my strength had held its ground,

To keep you close, one more day found.

They said the pain would fade with time,

That healing comes, like a gentle rhyme.

The heart would mend, the ache would cease,

And time would bring a quiet peace.

The void remains, an endless ache,

A hollow path I cannot fake.

Why does the void still echo inside?

Why does my soul refuse to abide?

Another year, the same refrain,

The fleeting hours, the endless pain,

The same old time, the same old pain.

And yet again, it's gonna be the same time of the year!!

-Jo