owen
i am so tired of this
it always seems to take the people we can't live without
and then the moment is over, and we look away into empty space and wonder-
was it all just a bad dream?
it seems cruel that we should have to wake up day after day
knowing that it is not a dream
and that a cold drizzly tuesday in january was the last
he was there: breathing, smiling, living
flesh and blood and spirit and potential and hope
how can he just disappear? how can he just cease to excist?
it's a harsh road we walk upon-
for us, time ticks and we leave him behind, and the farther we travel, the harder we hold on
until one day we wake up and realize we've lost him
pray for owen.
it always seems to take the people we can't live without
and then the moment is over, and we look away into empty space and wonder-
was it all just a bad dream?
it seems cruel that we should have to wake up day after day
knowing that it is not a dream
and that a cold drizzly tuesday in january was the last
he was there: breathing, smiling, living
flesh and blood and spirit and potential and hope
how can he just disappear? how can he just cease to excist?
it's a harsh road we walk upon-
for us, time ticks and we leave him behind, and the farther we travel, the harder we hold on
until one day we wake up and realize we've lost him
pray for owen.