Even if your white shoes are covered in mud
The park’s swing, a secret kitten
Playing until sunset, your calling voice
The smell of dinner and elongating shadows
A back larger than anyone else’s
The world’s most gentle hand
Though you were tired, a piggyback ride
The sunset seemed so close I could touch it
The memories are beautiful, there was longing
What spilled out naturally was a habit you passed on
Sunday morning, burnt toast
Mom laughs at the shirt on the floor
When Monday comes, stronger than anyone else
We rode together, on a rusty bike
The memories are beautiful, I longed for them
What spilled out naturally was a habit you passed on
Just a little bit more
Just a little bit longer
If I could have been by your side, what would I have told you?
Goodbye
Thank you
I was loved
Only ordinary words came out