Visit Him
He lies in a grave about a state away
and I haven't said Hi since the last goodbye
I miss him so much and I know there won't be
much to see if I go pray over some dirt
and hope that he really does hear me
but just the idea of never coming back
makes me feel like I am forgetting him
I think he deserves a visit
I think he deserves a hello
If I had the chance I would bring
him those minuscule flowers
the ones that everybody brings to be nice
because even though they're going to fade
away just like he did maybe a part of me
will sink into the ground and reach him
and just maybe when I sit down on the grass
surrounded by a million tombstones I will
feel connected to him some how.
A part of me feels like if I don't
go see him than maybe he won't know
just how much I've been missing him
I'll beg my mom a hundred times
and I don't care how emotional she gets
but I need to visit him again
I need him to know that my love
for him still exists.
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