THREE YEARS

Three years to the day
You sadly passed away 
You left me with a broken heart 
I’ve tried my best to fix it
But I do not have the skills
I guess I’ll just have to keep taking the pills

As the years go by
I don’t miss you any less
In fact my head’s in a bit of a mess
I talk to our dogs
And they look at me strange
They probably think the old man’s deranged 

If I’m still here
I’ll come back in a year
And write you another little poem 
It’ll be interesting to see 
If I’ve managed to fix it 
I’ll let you know when I come back to visit