Misery

I used to love listening to my thoughts,
Until they filled with you
And you're gone...
My angel on earth and now in heaven
I used to love being unpredictable until it became predictable
Now what am I supposed to do with me?
U were my counselor, whether I listened or not,
My rock, my best friend, my strength
And now I have to discern the real from the fake when they all seem unreal next to you
How am I supposed to live life without you?
Your smile was the reason the sun rose and set
I was only playing when I said no grandkids, dang...could've given me a few more years to figure out life...
I keep telling myself it's bittersweet, I'm glad she's not suffering...which is true...
But now I am...