I sit among the music and think (about these things):
I hugged your aunt,
Your grandmother laughed.
Meanwhile you are laying feet away,
not looking like you (my scowl lasted all day).
Young, sweet, sarcastic (I missed it).
To the woods (young buffalo).
Between snow covered trees (sad as ever, than ever known).
Put the gun to your head (to the side),
and you are gone.
I am the most sorry,
I didn't see it (among your two sentences).
Post holiday,
your head is that fragile.
I hope for the most calm for you (David).
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