It hurts, you know. That I wasn't there, to save you. I wouldn't have been able to anyway, but I would have tried. So I will remember you, Everyday. I'll see you in your brothers, And hear you in every piece. And I'd like to dedicate this writing, In loving memory.
Dedicated to Edgar.
Edgar was a cello, not a person. But a cello that I loved dearly. This was written the day that I found him broken on the floor. ***