| All Work is (c)1993-Present All rights Reserved Paper All I have is paper. I have your birth certificate I have your marriage certificate I have your death certificate But I don't have you. Why. The web site I've been using to record your short life has this link: "Delete Death?" As if it were that easy, if it were..if it were.. I would press that shiny red button and have you back here Right now. I have so many questions to ask you I just want to know you. To know what it was like for you Were you happy, at least until you became sick Did you have regrets? Nothing matters to you now. You are at peace. I hope. Row 6973 Plot #6 I would come there tomorrow, if somehow I knew It would be welcome. I think that might be the only question I would ever ask you. Did you love us? Because I do not know. You have no control over who visits you But I have a code, a sworn oath not to disturb those who Do not wish to talk to you. And, since you have never wanted to before I can only assume It would be the same. Silence. Cold marble Grass Bugs Wind Pale washed out fake flowers and faded U.S. flags Silence. You wouldn't have all the answers to the meaning of life.. I already have those answers. It's the light in your own child's eye flashing back at you I think I just want to know what went wrong in 1972 What happened to you, to her and why did you fight with him Because no one will tell me. So I pick up pieces of paper Stack them up File them Log dates Times Names But..it's not you And it's all just paper. Permanent Collection Favorite Quotes & Sayings |
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