Description: ok so this was written about twenty minutes before my girlfriend told me about how she had a dream her grandmother had passed on. And this was said about an hour after she and her mother had talked about how everyone feels like she is on her way having out lived all of her friends. It was kind of unsettling to write this piece and then be told all that.
It was never you I could do without just (the old) made bed I've been (too) weak to try and fill
Always a step behind laughter in the room ahead and I'm holding
(Soul's) packed (Tickets) bought and the (train's) a few years late
It was never you who feared (what's) to come (smiling to say) until we next meet
Always a step behind your perfume lingering in the air a reminder (you're) not there
You never said you'd wait I didn't ask it of you (but) I'm holding on
Ok, I don't know how you feel about other writers tweaking your posts, but I've made a few suggestions in parentheses that might give you some idea in what form a revision/ rewrite might appear. You may, of course, use or discard my suggestions as you see fit.
Watching someone linger as their contemporaries die can often be sad, especially if that person is tired of old age and ready to leave the premises. It's human nature to fight a desparate war of occupation for a crumbling castle until nothing is left to inhabit.