Can I climb inside you to hide from the cold
Can I climb inside you to feel the warmth
we used to share on those good days
Can I join you because I am alone
Can I join you in death to make up for what we
weren’t able to capture in life…sound crazy?
I sat by my father tombestone and saw all the
names on the plot in the Belfast Cemetary in Ireland
My fathers had been added to the bottom since he
had been MIA for a long time and finally came
home to rest his soul
I might live an ocean away and have just met
my family here in Ireland but
I hope that they can make room for me…
not yet, not now because I have a whole
lot to learn about living before I join the dead
but just save a space for me for when I get there
