SchiZ (Lee-Ann Azzopardi)

The Questions

  

Outside the window, it's snowing lightly

You watch it for an eternity

As yr coffee has gone cold and salty

From the weeping you have done

It has been five months since he left

He is not coming back

And it's taxing to be educated

And to think the impossible would come

For logic doesn't let go

But you really want to hear his laugh

And you try to remember how it went

Though you know you have lost it

You continue to burn yr memory

However, nothing comes

And yr head aches from the pressure

As the tears stains yr eyeglasses

And you will never ask a question

Like  why did God take him?

Or will I see him in heaven?

Will I go to heaven?

These are the questions that keep you up at night

While the snow continues to fall

 

 Cold Coffee -- Siobhan Lawson