Just Another Day Without Her

I go through day after day,
nothing to do or say.

I just sit there thinking of all the places she’s been,
and know that her smile would never end.

This brings a tear to my eye, so i slowly wipe away.
Just another day without her, makes it seem there is no point in life,
but i keep going and going.

Now I am down to a steady cry.
I soon start to bawl, just picturing me with her,
forces a smile to my face.

This same method repeats day after day because it’s
Just Another Day Without Her.

Zachary Batastini

May 2005