For you crying as ever...
But today the wattles have burst into gold,It’s always Tuesday.
and I can’t bring myself to say the words.
there’s even a hint of warmth in the airThe skies have cleared, the neatest blue won,
Our hearts might keep beating,but I can’t bring myself to say the words.
this void, the sorrow,but their beat will not hold
that your life has become.the unending hollow
spring’s coming, and flowersBlue wrens are chirping, magpies have announced
our Sunday outings on Gungahlin Drive.will soon be greeting
the silence beshrouding our house.Yet I can only bring myself to speak