I can hear your laugh,
in every tear she spills.

Your wit and love and life,
will trickle through our years.

The strings have gathered dust.
The glasses lost and broken.

You've left us with questions...
         anger, loss, and tokens.

13 to 36, no regret you've ever shown.

We hate you.
We love you.
We miss you...
          now that you have gone.