My Sandie and I moved into this house in March 2021. It was supposed to be our final ‘forever home’ after 11 moves in 48 years of marriage…well, in her case, it was. Initially the advice from all quarters was don’t do anything or make major decisions for at least 12 months. I am trying to take solace in the fact she loved it here so much and was happy for the majority of her final 2 years, but 18 months down the line…I think I’m on the verge of a major decision…anybody else unsure of where they find themselves?
House full of triggers, house full of tears
A place that’s now home to all my worst fears
House full of triggers, was our special place
You loved it so much, now my empty space
House full of triggers, devoid now of hope
Excitement all gone, a place just to cope
House full of triggers, unbearable load
Each day that arrives feels like I’ll implode
House full of triggers, house full of pain
Can I truly be happy here, ever again?
House full of triggers, so what do I do?
All that I see just reminds me of you
House full of triggers, and not a knee jerk
But much as I try, I can’t make it work
House full of triggers, but not full of life
That all disappeared when I lost you my wife
House full of triggers, I can’t carry on
Pretending to live here now you are gone
House full of triggers, I long for your touch
I long for your kisses, I miss you so much
House full of triggers, my heart still lives here
My head says I can’t stay…that much is clear
House full of triggers, house full of dreams
Never fulfilled…never redeemed.