And if he dies, you will come.
When he no longer sings his rebellious song
Or speaks the words of a raucous boy,
You will offer his casket a rose while you cry out how well you knew his laughter!
Feathers, soft silks and girls wrapped in lace...he was tempting and tempted.
You could have learned a few things if you had stopped around before the crows flew in,
Just in case your child is chased by a ghost like his.
But I bet you never imagine anything as bleak will find your door, much less your child,
Much less your heart.
Oh, yes, thank you for the casserole and the card and the donation. And, no, we won't be starting a
group for survivors because there never are any when it comes to this.
If you had shown up for a moment, before the "after"...any of you, you would know that.
If you had shown up for even one ...moment ...to say a simple...how are you, son....
You would certainly have known... at least that.
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