I still vividly remember, it was late in the day, on the 18th of November.
You squirmed and squeezed and tore me in two and left me to surrender
I felt so weak, I couldn’t speak through gritted teeth I howled
as through my body, lightning stung and thunder roared and growled
I tried, I did, with all might might, to keep you out of sight
But you fell and slipped as the water rushed and swept you into the light.
I didn’t see you, I had to go, so they could stitch me up
But you were gone, whisked away, the size of a tall flower cup
All alone I was left, far away and no help to you
The only thought that I caught was that I was to blame too
You fought, you did, you really did but we all weren’t strong enough
So you left us, the Angels took you, to watch from the puffy cloud fluff
A ‘P’ name we needed and peace we sought, so we named you our wee, Pax
Your lanky legs, your precious body will be etched as clear as a fax
A hole you’ve left, a giant hole, in me and everything
I hope that I might one day find, some peace to help me sing