Tim Gamache - Count to Five

Candles in dim lit rooms and limp arms lay in cotton perfumes
And glowing bags peek in through deep blue windows
Cheek pressed against her leg, her ghost slips out passing through my head
For one or another reason we're both relieved
I am so young
And she
Isn't done
'Find quiet and count to five
My greatest miracle was your life'
And suddenly I was safe
Now when I'm at the alter
And independence starts to falter
Your words I'll embrace
Her loves eternal
She'd always say
But time can't heal this month
It's like I lost her yesterday
And as her words echo around my troubled soul and an open hole
Where her heart, beating, used to be
Traditions and Christmas trees, attempts at carols carry through the breeze
From CDs spinning singers she’d want to hear
Frying pans she used to touch are heated up a bit too much
I smile as I fail to fill her shoes
Can't recall what she wore that night but I grip what was her sweater, holding tight
While all her memories stay boxed away
Thinking
I am so old
And she'll never know
'Find quiet and count to five
My greatest miracle was your life'
And suddenly I was safe
Now when I'm at the alter
And independence starts to falter
Your words I'll embrace
Her loves eternal
She'd always say
But time can't heal this month
It's like I lost her yesterday
It's like I lost her yesterday
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Written by:
Tim Gamache

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