Amy

Amy

The first Christmas without you, but there’s been a few years of growing cold

You wanting to pull away, still barely keeping hold

Partly my fault for our troubles, I know

You try harder to love at first. You marry and take for granted love’s first aching thirst

Vows to keep you from straying, but my provision was not enough

You told me what you needed, but I just didn’t have the right stuff

Tragedy in the family pulled out the last of the rugs

You filled the empty pieces with bitterness and drugs

Needles and coke hooked you bad and consumed our money and lives

Struggling to get by felt like escaping a room filled with knives

Your body ravaged, thought you had hit a stopping point

But that high kept calling you back like aching in your joints

Eventually you took your last, much more than you could bear

Your beautiful smile and awesome laugh, no longer you could share

I miss you so now, even though we grew apart

I miss you every day with every beat of my heart

Andy Cheek

12/24/2020