Jeremiad (In Loving Memorie of Boy Dill)

The first time I met you I loved you. You took me with you to a field of paper flowers. We laughed an played all day. But nanny came and said it was time to go inside. The sun faded, the field turned to ashes and my love diminished. You saw the world but never breathed it's pure air. You left me standing on that front porch to wonder what will come. The world misses you, baby.