I SEE POPS EVEN LESS THAN BEFORE
BUT HE'S LIVING IN THE SAME HOUSE, BEHIND THE BEDROOM DOOR
ITS ALWAYS CLOSED, AGAIN, AND HE'S SLEEPING, NO DOUBT
ON RARE OCCASION BE BATHROOM BREAK WILL BRING HIM OUT
AND I GET TO SEE HIM FOR A SECOND, JUST TO SAY "HEY
HOW YOU DOING? GOOD TO SEE YOU AWAKE, ARE YOU OK?"
FOR HIM TO REPLY, "YEA, JAMIE, I'M FINE"
AND THE SAME NIGHT, LEAVE MY WORLD, WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE
CAN YOU IMAGINE THE RAGE OF PAIN THAT I FELT?
I WAS TOO SHOCKED TO CRY WHEN ACCEPTING THE CHANGE DEALT
I WENT TO SCHOOL, AND ALL THE KIDS IN MY CLASS
ATTENDED A SPECIAL MASS, TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HE PASSED
WANTED TO CRY, BUT NOT IN FRONT OF MY PEERS
AND NOT IN FRONT OF A PRIEST, SO I WIPED AWAY TEARS
AND, SWALLOWED THE WHOLE SORROW, LIKE A BITTER BELIEF
THEN PRAYED TO GOD TO LET ME TALK TO HIM EVERY NIGHT WHEN I SLEEP
