Postcards
It was wintertime
On the day you died
In late December
Just after Christmas night
It was cold outside
I still remember
And I wonder what all the songs
That you never got to sing
Would have been like
And I know you weren't a prophet
But I wonder if time will tell
That you were right
Never softspoken, you
Were always bold and true
Vulnerable and forthright
Our world was broke in two
On the day that you
Were drowned in moonlight
I know we never met
And maybe we never will
In another life
But i wonder what all the stories
That you never got to tell
Would have been like
Autor(es): Chris Wei