You don’t have to be alone –
you can live with me.
I imagine you sitting lonesome,
lost in the TV.
Seldomly looking over
when she isn’t where she should be.
You can open up
and you can always speak 
what’s on your mind
or of a distant memory.
You don’t have to be lonely
and it’s OK to grieve.
I can tell you loved boldly,
and that love rubbed off on me.