I, I know that you can hear me for I feel you beside me. It’s only been three weeks, the phone call replays in my head. Our memories relived, all the things we did in my head.
I, I still see you on the wall observing the living and the real, am I crazy still? Or can this be?
Everyone showed up, the funeral was rough and then your whisper said; “It will be ok,
My final resting piece and when it comes time my arms are open wide on the other side”
“And when it comes time my arms are open wide on the other side, on the other side”!