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This poem is based on an open bible, a tear-stained note, and a true story.
When I come home There is a ring on the phone But who would call? I live alone It's a voice I don't reconize It says your name and tears fill my eyes I ask the million, never-endibg hows and whys The only answer I get is an 'I'm sorry'
The computer glows blue I see an email from you It says exactly what you were going to do But you didn't know What would happen so
I feel so responsible That I said that 'd' word Worse than any cuss word Stings more than any bee sting Killing me from the inside
There is a call on the telephone But who would call? I live alone I pick it up for the second time They ask for your story for a million dimes It would make me rich, but I slam it down Cause I'm gonna drown in your absense
They're outside my house now Unwanted by me, but it doesn't matter They want your story But i say 'No! Leave me be' Why did you have to die?
I feel so responsible That I said the 'd' word Worse than any cuss word Stings more than any bee sting Destroying me from the inside
There is a call on the telephone But who would call? I live alone This voice I know This voice I cared about This voice should have stopped you
I'm at your funeral Mum's there too Why didn't she stop you? So many things I could have done differently But it doesn't matter anymore
I do so many things that I shouldn't have done I smoke and I drink and I try to have fun But without you I'm nothing Without you I can't do anything Why didn't I get to know you more?
I feel so responsible That I said the 'd' word Worse than any cuss word Stings more than any bee sting Why, Why, Why, Why, Why?
I miss you more than anything You were a part of me I think I might just maybe Be able to move on?
Would you mind? Would you care? If I left this state of grief Would it destroy you as it has destroyed me? At least I'll see you someday
I feel so responsible It still haunts me I've gone to therapy But it still haunts me At least I'll see you someday
I go to your grave Run the dirt through my bare hands Feel you slipping away from me Time to move on Time to forgive and forget But at least I'll see you again someday Someday...