gifts and flowers lay upon
the lid of pink silk above
your face tears make a river
of diamonds in the dark our
daddy breaks down at the
funeral home flies
and relations make an annoying sound
we sit or wander 'round the room ribbons
are folded on the rose bouquets i hear
a voice that sounds so much like yours please,
please come back to me
i cry and talk to you through the bathroom
wall oh please, come back tp me
playing in cleveland on a wednesday
night recovering from the night before
i'm broken and crying in the ladies room
the opening band is banging out their song
i built a shrine on the kitchen wall
with flowers and florida souveniers
you were walking through the house last night
i knew it was you from the space in your steps
