There was a moment
When all that existed spilled into no time
When all that existed spilled into no time
I spiraled into the clouds
The violin strings
Wrapped around my heart
Tugged me into the heavens
Her lips have long subsided
But her lips fire me into this old day
I had been a hard man
But a tear rolls down my cheek
As the butter melts in the frying pan
Her absence is reflected
In my granddaughters
She and I have become something else
Sometimes I think only a hard man
Could have driven down this road
Maybe a crazy man
My loving daughter tells me she is with again
I smile and embrace her
And I miss the taste of her mother
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