True, when I drifted off to sleep that night,
You were not the last thing on my mind,
Your easy smile, so awfully kind,
Often taken for granted,
The way I count on the air or the sky.
True, I’d been caught up in my plans of late.
You were full of gladness for me, too,
Urging me forward toward the new,
Voicing calm reassurance
That great good fortune would not pass me by
All I desired so much
Seems pale, lost and far away.
Surrounded by each humble thing
You used to touch,
My sense of purpose drowns in the deep silence.
Life comes calling, still,
And I busy myself,
Feel I am ready to heal.
Then, ragged pain
Starts again,
Twice as strong.
I’d ask to bear a little more,
If it meant
The pain were spent,
Would fade away, then cease,
Leaving me freedom
To seek and find some peace.
“True,” you would say,
“There are times
When the choice is hard to make.
Try to do the decent thing.
Live, if you can, honestly.”
Now, please hear me promise you,
Promise I’ll try with all my heart,
And as I do,
I will be glad, I will be grateful
That everything you told me was true.