Its been weeks
not years not 10 long
agonizing months
its been days hours
the minutes counted down
the simple questions
the easier answers
the quiet nights
have ceased to be quiet
and the tears have
almost disappeared
the tragedies are gone
and the scents are in the air
the hugs the kisses
the words spoken in and out of turn
the precious looks and
the confusing gestures
we'll never know how you got this way
we are the work in progress