When september comes
I'll remember when you were here,
Before all the bouquets and tombstones,
The house on the hill,
Asleep in the backseat,
Watching street lamps on quiet corners,
Waiting to knock on your door,
when september comes,
I'll visit your earthly bed,
Remember all the different reasons,
Why we wished you stayed
I love you so much,
I miss you
It is so hard for them without you here.
Patrick is doing great, Caroline is beautiful.
We all miss you.