the rooster proudly crowds yet he could never know
that this neighbourhood's set in melancholy rows
as we look to the seat of the swing; to the apples that you would bring
to the house that you once filled; where I heard you sing
it all seems so unfair - where do you go when you're not there?
despite all the joy, all the crosswords that you filled
the slow march of time still had you killed
all I can do is grimace with a baffled dismay at the photographs in the kitchen of your beaming face
I knew you in the before - will I meet you in the after?
did that closing casket really crush the love and the laughter?
I will carry you with me forever.
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