Table Full Of Tears Poem by sam puskar

Each night I write a letter to my only love
and with word i cry since she went above
I do not mail them mail does not go their now
so i keep them, until i find out how
Its been so many years i cannot recall
since she died on that dreadfull fall
The tears keep falling as i write my leters all these lonely years
each time i think of her they keep falling on my table full of tears
I think of times we spent laying at the beach, getting us some tans
just talking and dreaming and making long term plans
the plans we thought of were so many that we would need lots of time
we thought we would live forever and that would be just fine
but we could not see it coming her illness came so fast
i knew this life with her would not last
she finally lost the battle and we had no more fears
now i just sit and write her letters on my table full of tears