Deceased Energy
Deceased Energy
I asked him,
“Do you believe in heaven”?
Well he said “I think we go on,
something like radio waves.”
That’s the way he was when
he was here.
I turn on the radio at six-thirty pm,
when he used to come home from work.
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2013
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