Decaf
I should be with you.
I shouldn't be here.
You're singing with angels,
As I sit in this dark room, staring at a beer.
It should have been me.
You shouldn't have died.
You're dancing with God,
While I scream and shout and cry.
This was our dream vacation.
Something we'd planned for years.
I look out the window of our hotel,
And I smile through the tears.
You should be with me
And thinking back on things that could've been
I should be in heaven with you
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin
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