Awoken in this awful house, your dying breath still echoes through these empty halls.
Mom cries herself to sleep.
After the committal I tried to stick around but your mother couldn't stand to see them but you in the ground.
We carry her to the car, I'm begging not to leave.
The weather's been a little better ever since you left.
I'd like to think that maybe you had something to do with it.
Maybe we're just lucky, blessed with a good memory.
Been swiping off the leaves when I visit your grave.
Kneeling the cemetery is where I feel safe,
Cause the pictures on the mantle have had me feeling like I'm stuck in this place.
Mom sleeps on your side of the bed,
I sit alone at the table where you always fled.
Grieving now that you're gone, trying to remember what you taught me when I was young.
We were never really close except at the Steelers games,
sitting at the 50 yard line in the snow and the rain.
A mother never should have had to bury her son,
but least a father taught his son how to be strong.
released January 21, 2014
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