There's a little boy named Collin,
Who lives just outside my head.
He asked me to share our secret.
And that secret is, he's dead.
He lives in my peripheral vision,
And vacations in my dreams.
Sometimes he's very sad,
But he's not as lonely as he seems.
He tells me stories of his other mom,
Her name, in fact, was Kim,
She loved him very much you see,
But she could not save him.
Collin burnt up one day,
When a bad man bombed a church,
He cries when I sing him hymns,
He tells me that it hurts.
I let him cry on my lap,
And I tell him about that moon,
And in my dreams, if he wanted,
He could go there very soon.
We stayed there for three days,
And we ate all the moon cheese,
But when it was time to go home,
Collin wasn't pleased.
We have a summer home there now.
Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.