This is My Mask
You’ll know years before her death that the time was going to come soon. What you won’t realize is how you’ll lose her before she’s actually gone.
You’ll know years before her death that the time was going to come soon. What you won’t realize is how you’ll lose her before she’s actually gone.
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.