My Broken Heart

I keep on thinking she's not gone 

She'll walk right through that door 

I'ts just not right at 51

I won't see her anymore

This was not, what we had planned

We'd so much more to do

I'm, walking room to room each day

Just thinking Its not true

She can't be gone, It's just a dream

I will wake and she'll be home

The mornings come, she's still gone 

It's another day alone

My thoughts of her are constant

My guts are always aching

Pillow soaked by a thousand tears

With a heart that's next to breaking