Holding On To Nothing

I sat and stared at your photo
The day you left,
Thought of all the fun
We had together,
Good times,
Lots of good times.
Singing karaoke,
Dancing to the twist
At Nan’s eightieth last year.
How good we were
As a team,
Me cooking the roast
And you the spuds.
The day we hired
That tandem,
Me on the front
You on the back
Pretending to pedal.
The day our dog died
And we both cried
Like five year olds.
When you had that scare
And we waited
For the results
Too afraid to think.
All clear, so we
Opened the champagne.
The night you finally
Told me the truth
So I put the photo down
I was holding on to nothing.