You know,

Now I see what you meant.

Each day it gets harder
To rise out of bed,
Make my morning coffee,
And get the paper from the driveway.

I see what you meant
By the world getting smaller
And darker around you everyday,

I see what you meant
Because now the light in my life
Has reduced to nothing but the keyhole
On my bedroom door
And because the weight on my chest
Feels like ten tons

I’m surprised, really,
That it hasn’t taken me yet
Because it took you in a foul swoop,
And for months I’ve been telling myself,
“It’ll get better, I promise!”
But how can it get better? Because
I see what you meant when you said that, too.