You would've loved the world as seen through my own two;
However blurred, since all these tears are yet to dry.
It's been a while already, both for me and you.
I couldn't save you, but at least I really tried.
I hope the earth provides a comfy weighted blanket;
Your tired head rests easy on a maggot pillow.
There was a funeral, but never any banquet
To celebrate your life under the weeping willows
The silence's deafening over your budget tombstone,
Although the bombings brought some noise to that as well.
It's been a damn good ride, my man, want you to know it;
Few years too late, but anyway, dad. Fare thee well.
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