Him.

There he lays
A picture in my mind, to day is the day he died
In the bed, killing a part of me.
As we sit side-by-side.

He always was calm,
The way he would show his psyche,
Oh my dear you eluded me for years now,
Oh Mikes.

For the longest time I was broken,
Just doing the simple task of living.
It kills me to look at out daughter
It's the hard part of forgetting and forgiving.

She looks so much like you,
Not once has she ever been delirious.
Though she is a hard worker,
Always so serious.