My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...
You want to know me
You better think again...
You were my brother, you were my friend, it was...
-I love you brother...
Our hearts die for you
a little more...
I arrive on scene
In the big red truck...
It's difficult for me to pretend
That I am not upset or sad...
Thomas H. Hulme
at rest 23rd of january 1998...
Dearest Grandma
Your death hits me sharp...
For all the words I could not say
For all the times I've made you cry...
Everyday reminding you
With ache and pain on my chest...
Another lonely night arrives
Walking alone in my mind...
Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...