If you were gone,
I'd feel the pieces fall apart again,
Feel the flames between the shards.
We'd all feel it,
As your cold body is buried in cold dirt,
Warm tears falling as we think
Of your warm smile that we'll never see again.
Over time the flames will fade,
But we'll never be whole again.
The cracks would show
When the weather gets cold
And you're not there to blow out the candles,
Or we see a flower crown or a plaid shirt,
Or hear a beautiful accent like yours.
We'd all fall apart together,
A pile of smashed glass
Because the thing that held us together
Fell apart itself.
And we'd never hear those six letters
Without a bitter taste in our mouths, lumps in our throats,
And endless tears in our eyes,
If you were gone.