odina

odina she calls out of habit
as her voice rings in the room
nobody answers the sound dissolve
in the pinkish sunlight hue

odina do you want her voice cracks
she catches herself again
tears well up as she thinks to herself
of the man she loved back when

(chorus)
odina you know that i’m fine some days,
and others it cuts to my soul
i can’t live in this house alone
it’s sure to take its toll
odina you wouldn’t want to see me this way
i swear i’m doing the best that i can
odina, i need to feel your hands
god odina, i need the strength of your hands

packs the boxes tries not to think
as she’s sorting through his clothes
the hardest thing that she’s met in this life
is this loneliness she knows

odina she tries one last time
i need to say goodbye
can’t finish it though she leaves the house
before she starts to cry