22

22 months ago, she died
I couldn’t stand to live without her
For 22 months, I’ve cried
Still hard to believe we’re here without her
We will try to be strong

22 months after she asked me out, I asked her to marry me
I couldn’t stand to live without her
It was obvious well before 22 months, I could see
I couldn’t stand to plan a life without her
How did it take me that long?

For 22 months, I’ve tried
Somehow we’re pressing on without her
Healing takes longer than 22 months, trust me
I can’t stand to live without her
Yet I must, and will prove myself wrong