Rest in Peace - Songs for the Dead - 4. Danny

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Who decides our time on Earth?
They've taken my friend,
with no thought of me
Leaving me lost and broken-hearted.

Selfish are my drifting thoughts
perhaps Dan chose to go,
But I don't believe for a moment
he'd walk away willingly.

I've scoured the house for signs
a note, a card or a sound
but nothing answers in each room
there's only silence, heavy and cold.

If there’s a reason, I can’t find it.
If there’s peace, it hides from me.
All that remains are echoes now—
and the hollow ache of memory.

But morning seeps beneath the door,
soft gold as it lands on the floor
The world still hums its quiet tune,
as if to say, keep going.

The air, sharp and living,
wraps around my grief,
While a blue jay lands on the fence
and sings—simply because it must.

And maybe that’s the truth of it:
we go on, not forgetting,
but carrying our memory in
laughter, words and light.

The wind brushes against my face,
and I swear I can feel him—
not gone, only farther down the road,
waiting for me, patient, in the sun.

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