The next morning I woke up
and smelt the roses from the funeral pyre...

The air in my face
never felt so good...

She was his everything
and she still...

Slap on the lipgloss,
tighten the shirts...

They said you would be here.
In this hospital bed, calling for me...

You've always loved to cuddle,
Against my chest, my neck...

How did you find me here?
So lost and insecure...

It was almost August,
Time for a new school year...

Me? Do you really want to know?
A dark past, Anguish...

We've known each other
for about 5 years...

Sitting across the room,
I watch them...

Here it is, Mother's Day
Without dad, you must hurt...