Struggling For A Reason

​​​Hour after hour, every minute
every second i'm constantly asking myself what purpose
do I have now poor Helen as gone
The stories poem I write of our life together what happens when I reach a time when there's no more to
write
​​​​​Helen and I our story together all has been told, for no longer do I want to go places were we went together or all the things that we did
together
Can't do them alone, so left with the question what Is my purpose now, If you love someone so much they never
really leave
you
No one can replace that feeling of loss, you know you'll
never love again you've had your time there was only one
and now she has
gone