I hear the loudest thunder
But the sun is shining
I know what has happened
That thunder has come from upstairs

I take my time
It is almost to quite now
I knew he was sad
Why wouldn’t he be

He was living with me
I walk down the streets
Someone sees
They whisper to each other

“there goes the crazy lady”

I open the door
I see him
Floating in his own sea
I smile

He cant yell anymore
He cant cry
He cant tell me
He loves me

I don’t pick up the phone
I just want to hold him
Look into his eyes
One last time

His head hangs over my arm
Like a limp doll
His body
Soaked in blood

Maybe I am crazy
I drag him downstairs
Set him up in the chair
Then leave for work

I don’t tell anyone
They will take him away
I go home from work
He’s still there

“honey I’m home”