Running pale little fingers through
flaming red hair, it made his day
knowing she was there.
Clutching his shoulders,
those cocoa eyes sigh.
They’re posing for pictures,
wasting perfect time.
Hear doldrums when we lose someone,
pure pain to think of them,
but pretending it never happened,
won’t quite help anyone.
Feeling lost without him,
nothing's right in this silence, because
a great teddy bear, and a best friend
Is now gone.
Now the rain falls harder,
and hearts run a little faster.
A question is asked, so she
smiles with more laughter.
Inside it’s manslaughter,
can’t figure it out.
She's lost.
So lost, ‘cause he’s gone.
Now there's jokes, as she plays
all the friendly little games,
that feel oh-so harmless, but
hurt just the same, as it does
when she sees
that picture on the wall
of that Saturday in the park,
on his shoulders, ten feet tall.
Still see his gleaming smile, and
still hear his hearty laugh.
It’s not quite right,
Being so stuck in the past.
While they recite and repeat:
“Just remember he loved you.
Remember I love you.
Don’t forget he loves you.”
Wherever he’s gone.
