Tears fall on puckered skin,

Wishing you were here again. 

Nine cold years we’ve walked on through. 

When will I be over you?

Time goes and everyday,

I think of you in a grateful way. 

Nine cold years I walk on through. 

When will I get over you? 

How can I be happy when I’m missing life itself?

Your memory lies untouched on a grimy old bookshelf. 

Love feels lost, happiness unreliable. 

The pain that comes with thought of you is torturous, undeniable. 

Your perfume lingers on my skin,

Mommy’s scent of a tragic sin. 

Nine cold years I walk on through

I think I might be over you. 

A family born, out of love and pain. 

Somehow we’ve been renewed again. 

The pain that came from losing you,

brought joy and smiles— lead hate askew. 

Nine cold years are finally through,

And we have been reborn in you.