On a rather sad day
I ask, is it monday or friday?
I lost track of time
Ever since you were no longer waiting in line
I ask is this a house or home?
For I have never felt so alone
But you know how they say,
Home is where your heart stays
But my heart lacks a piece
As the floor boards creek
Could I have left it?
Where you used to walk by feet?
It’s not the same during dinner
During breakfast and lunch or even after
Could I have left it there?
On the now empty chair?
So came midnight and so came dawn
The pillows cried now that you’re gone
Could I have left it on the bed?
It has been unmade ever since you left
As the gunshots roared
I stared at the merciless door
You think I left it there?
Where I hid when people judged and stare?
I remember the tracks I slowly paced
Where the pools of your blood have become a trace
Perhaps I have left it there?
Where I broke down when pain I could no longer bear
It breaks my heart to watch you sleep
As everyone around you started to weep
Maybe I left it here?
Enclosed in a casket with windows so clear
I cried as we walked you to your bed
Six feet underground where you can finally lay your head
I think this is where I left it
As I watch you for the last time as they buried you deep
Is this a house or a home?
When gone is the father I’ve always known
It hurts to say and it hurts to know
You never made it home