The window held no answer Thoughts still ate my mind like cancer I studied the tendons in my hand But I couldn't understand Their purpose She struggled at the surface
Now a line of fixed smiles Keep your eyes fixed on the roofing tiles Just a vacant gaze These are strange days to grieve A party of dead leaves And memories
A series of soft speeches Homeboys gather in their breeches How can we find words that will Remember her without sounding trivial I know I don't know how
It comes as sure as the next season But I can't find a plausible reason We are infinitesimal But our grief enwraps us all In it's breadth Your breath Still hangs inside the receiver The leave has it harder than the leaver
