I remember how proud he was
Of his little patch of garden
Red with tomatoes
And his old work boots
Planted with pansies
And I wonder if he watched a last sunset
Before he died
Alone on a bathroom floor with a knife and a needle
And I wonder if there was
Anything else I could have done
But I’ll never know now
And I hope someone else
Remembers him for more than his mistakes
Because that isn’t all he was


She pushed through
Pushed on
And most of the time
She kept that smile
Firmly in place
But every now and then
It slipped
And people asked
Why she was sad
Why she was angry
She laughed it off each time
And sank a little deeper
The truth was
She was always a little sad and angry
And it didn’t take much looking to see it
But people don’t look

Love Story

Let me tell you
About a love and a life
And missed moments
That were meant to be
But fated to fail

He was a soldier
She was a fighter
And if ever there was true love
It was theirs
And if ever there was a tragedy
It was them

You see
They met and they sparked
And he deployed
To a land of sand and rock
And she wasn’t much of a piner
So she fought on with her battles
But she missed his smile
And the way he understood her silences

When he came home
With memories he would never lose
He longed for her fire and smile
But it was gone
Beneath dirt and stone

And so the love story never finished
Just made a tenuous start
That was enough to torture
Those left behind