I hope the cigars were worth it
Just like your breathe was stolen from your chest,
It's left us all choking on the emptiness
And even though you're still in my heart,
I wish that you were here.
I bet your daughter does too.
I don't really care if you're in heaven or hell,
I don't even believe in an afterlife.
All I know is we're not there to wish you well,
And it's not fair that you have to leave so much behind.
I miss you every day,
And I hope that I make you proud.
You taught me to build with my mind,
My hands weren't as deft as yours
But now your body's so broken down,
I'll keep building these models but I can't seem to find your soul.
Maybe the splinters will bring you home.
Your ships may have sunk but they're mine to find now.
The cigarettes stole you before I knew your face,
The blood clots only stopped you once,
You lost your breathe,
but your silence already spoke volumes,
and although Walter is strong,
I know he misses you too
I think I'll have to start believing in an afterlife,
Because I can't hear the thought of being apart for life.