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A photo essay of a family in mourning perforated ever so slightly to better let the lights seep through Sunday traffic clears a path we float inches above the road close our eyes and drive so slow like we never need to get home To clear the doorstep of flowers throw open the blinds in his empty room avert our eyes from his fingerprints is there something I'm forgetting? fall to my knees in the hospital parking lot on the way in, arms full of branches I am dead fall, dead fall Last time I came here to visit him I ran sunburn through the halls my arms full of tiger lilies I don't remember this I was told to go home To clear the doorstep of flowers throw open the blinds in his empty room avert my eyes from his fingerprints is there something I'm forgetting? Letras de canciones(Why, when you know you should go, is it so hard to leave?) Came this far to say goodbye, to make things right instead I fiddle with his blankets fetching coffee no one would drink I am not prepared Through the hush of debts and the roar of engines struggled to recall, this is how it ended this is how it ends Home, turn the key in the door and fall for what it seems like an awfully long time there's something I'm both remembering and forgetting a name on the tip of my tongue (Why, when you know you should go, is it so hard to leave?) From Letras Mania