Devon.

It had been twenty-eight days.
Twenty-eight days since
She had watched her walk away
Twenty-eight days since
She got the call at three A.M.
Telling her that Lisa had died.
Twenty-eight days
Since that last and final moment
When she realized Lisa was
Never coming home.

She had stood there, at the funeral
Ignoring all the blazing looks shot her way
It didn't matter now what she had been,
She had loved her and that's all she knew.
Lisa's parents were there, crying.

She couldn't cry.
Wouldn't cry.

There'd be no pain, and she'd move on from this
She told herself she was capable of doing that,
Even if that's all she was doing these days
Moving on.

So when she woke up on the twenty-eighth day,
With tears streaming down her face,
She knew it wouldn't work.  She was just fooling herself.
She pulled herself from the bed, fumbling for the light
Why didn't it occur to her
That that was what she had been doing
All along?