They think I'm talking  to myself.
I'm not. I talk to you.
I know that you're not listening
but what else can I do ?

For forty years you've been the one
that's suffered from my moans
so who else can I turn to now
to listen to my groans ?

If only you were really here
and life was as before,
you'd tell me "Don't you be so glum.
What are you crying for ?"

We used to say we had a rule -
if one of us felt down,
the other had to pick them up
and turn their humour round.

But since you died and I'm alone,
I'm feeling down a lot.
The children do their best to help.
They're very good but not

my wife. I simply want you back.
I still can't get my head
around my loss. There's nothing left.
I might as well be dead.