Alone On The Couch

Alone On The Couch

By Bud Lemire on Feb 11, 2003

I sleep upon the couch, where I lay my head

I promised myself, that this would be my bed

Until the time would come, for my life to change

To many this is sad, to some it seemed so strange

I took a long journey, earlier this year

When I returned, it was followed by a tear

For missing was the one, that I loved the most

Her Earthly presence gone, she now remains a ghost

A marriage, two hands bound together for life

As my younger brother, took himself a wife

I was the Best man there, dressed up in a suit

Some of my friends tell me, I looked pretty cute

Still, I returned, to a silent house every night

And slept on the couch, as I turned off the light

Unsure of what the future held, or where I would go

Or decisions in the making, if I would even know

As I sit alone in thought, realizing she'll not be back

I do the only thing that feels right, I start to pack

I pack what I can keep, leaving so many things behind

But I carry much more, the memories of a lifetime

Mom had just passed, and I was all alone in the Family home.

I was unsure where I was going, and what was going to happen next.

It was a sad place to be, but things would change, and they did