Hail Marie edit 2. dale, river, billy

[tectak]

2nd edit

Marie died a week ago.
I can't let go.I can't let go.
I loved her when hair turned grey
like yesterday.Like yesterday.
I touched her hand and stroked her brow,
a memory now. A memory now.
We said goodbye, we cried for you;
friends loved you, too. They loved you, too.
Alone now with your photograph,
I hear your laugh. I hear your laugh.
To sleep, I hold your pillow tight,
alone at  night. Alone at  night.
In chill dawn breeze I make  believe,
I hear you breathe. I hear you breathe.
I doze beside you in the shade.
A dream we made. A dream we made.

Marie died a week ago
but still I see her hair of grey,
and touch her hand and stroke her brow.
Her photograph is on the bed
propped on her pillow by my head.
I cried last night for me, not her.
In every moment she is there.
In dreams she sighs, "Remember me".
I do, I do, my Hail Marie.
tectak 2015

1st edit
Marie died a week ago.
I can't let go.I can't let go.
I loved her when hair turned grey.
Like yesterday.Like yesterday.
I touched her hand and stroked her brow.
A memory now. A memory now.
We said goodbye, we cried for you.
Friends loved you, too, they loved you, too.
Alone now with your photograph.
I hear you laugh. I hear you laugh.
To sleep I hold your pillow tight.
Alone at  night. Alone at  night.
In chill dawn air I make  believe.
I hear you breathe. I hear you breathe.
I doze beside you in the shade .
A dream we made. A dream we made.

Marie died a week ago
but still I see her hair of grey,
and touch her hand and stroke her brow.
Her photograph is on the bed
propped on her pillow by my head.
I cried last night for me, not her.
In every moment she is there.
In dreams you sigh, "Remember me".
I do, I do, my Hail Marie.
tectak 2015