Was it the way you waved hello in the morning
that made me want to hold you?
Was it the way you held me
that made me want to kiss you?
Was it the way you kissed me
that made me want to love you?
Was it the way you loved me
that made me want to marry you?
Was it the way you married me
that made me want to have your children?
Was it the way we had children
that made me want to grow old together?
Was it the way we grew old together
that made me want to die together?
Was it the way you died before me
that made me want to go back?
Was it the way I couldn't go back
that made me want to pull the trigger?
Was it the way I didn't
that made me wish I did?
Was it the way they put me in that place
that made me want out?
Was it the way I tried to swim across the river
that killed me?
Was it the way I died
that made me so happy?
Was it the fact that I saw you, in all your shining glory,
with your long beard, and your top hat, and those shoes I got you for the 67th birthday
that made me realize it was all worth it?
All of the crying, and sorrow, and laughing, and darkness, and beauty,
was all worth it.
Because it lead me back to the way you waved at me
every morning that made me want to hold you.