And On

your mother was crying your father passed her a handkerchief their tear-stained faces looked to mine for a sign of grief a thousand raincoats always stand around too long but i stayed to talk with you after they had gone. the flowers i brought you were beginning to fade under the heavy rain your name on the card had run so i tried in vain to write it again they didn't understand you - no! they didn't even try i'm so glad that you left us now before you had the chance to die. i sat there for a long time, expecting to turn and see you there i ran my fingers through the long grass willing it to turn into your hair - and oh i'm gonna miss you, dear but i don't have to cry