In My Room

I felt like doing this...so enjoy...
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I went to my room, and sat on my bed waiting for him. I stared at the wall each day until he came home. But knowing he will never come back, i was lost in hope. If that is the way to put it.
I now seem to live in the past, thinking back to what fun times we had, when he made me his bride. Our picture was by the side of my bed, i looked at it and smiled.
'I love you.' I said and sat it back down, as i had picked it up.
I went over to the window and looked out expecting him to arrive any minute. But every night, and i mean every night, i remember he is never returning. He has gone to be with the Lord.
A tear rolls down my cheek as i back away from the window and hit the bed. I remember how he used to hold me whenever i cried, now he wasn't here to do it. He was not here to even give me a kiss or eat my dinner, or read a few chapters to me.
Why'd it had to end this way? Why'd he have to be a member of Scotland Yard? I knew i should of told him to quit but it was his dream, and i didn't want it to be taken away.

I looked over to the blue tinted vase, which held the flowers he had given me just a day before he died.
Dreams came to me, of the criminal who had murdered my husband. He chased me every where i went, didn't let me rest. I finally woke up and was afraid to fall asleep.
'I wont die' I tell myself, then fall asleep.
I hate how lonely I  felt, all alone without a soul to talk to. But i knew i was not alone, and i knew one day i would see him again.

~Story taken from Nancy Sinatra's "In My Room"