This Way

By: Tricia Lee Cammarata

All those nights
when I cried myself to sleep,
when I wept with pictures of you on my heart
and my pillow in my arms.

Suffering was the only way I lived,
crying was the only way I smiled,
lying in the dark was my only light.

This wasn't my pain,
this wasn't my hurt,
this wasn't my sorrow...

This was my life without you
and it still is.