CAN YOU LOVE THEM BOTH?
When Will It Heal He is dead, do you understand that? There is always an empty chair at the table There are birthdays but no balloons only lead hangs in the air And then....... There’s the day each and every year! The real day, the day you are forced to remember The day you remember in detail. There was wailing and crying And there were people, lots of people, too many people People I didn’t know, some I didn’t like There was wailing and crying He was in a box Lined with puffy satin and sporting... Sign in to see full entry.