I drove to my Desert home today
And my mind wandered on the way.

To a place very foreign and far away
Where they say dead people stay.

And it is…I know while I still grieve
That this is what I want to believe.

It is not that I am blind
But I allow this trick on my mind.

To be able to deal…
With this grieve until I heal .

I still cannot always face
That he is gone without a trace.

I can only stay strong and erect
Thinking to expect…

To meet again in a foreign place far away
While I pray for this reunion every day.

Losing a loved one no one can comprehend
Until some days without them you have spend.

But while I drive in this Desert air
I feel his spirit everywhere.

It has become a norm…
To live with his invisible form.

And as I enter my Desert home I am feeling relief
Because sweet memories are replacing my grieve.