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There was a message on the phone

It was the message I had feared

The pause of a silent tone

As my eyes swelled and teard



I realized it right then

The phone dropping to the ground

Exactly what he had been

Unfortunate to what I’d found



I rushed to tell my mother

Every second a precious breathe

And every minute was another

That was closer to his death



It was a three and a half hour flight

My eyes were enflamed and red

I flew there during the night

And tried not to think of him dead



I walked through the cold and dark

Passed by a small cemetery

Through the graveyard’s arch

Then saw a stone that read Jerry



So the following day

I attended the service

Didn’t know what to say

But I felt sick and nervous



He was coming down in July

To see me for three weeks

To help our relationship tie

And to fix up all it’s leaks



I never said what was needed

Never even got to date

To say this one time I pleaded

But I knew it was too late



I cried the beginning of May

I stood not knowing what to do

I didn’t have anything to say

Except, “Now I see I love you”





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Created on: October 17, 2005