The Last Ride

I see you
In that final position
And I draw back the sheet
To see the whole of you
I want to see exactly what my mother's eyes saw
Exactly the images my father's heart captured
And I feel my heart drop through my shoes

I watch them
As I stand with my family
A stretcher parades past
With a zipped up blue bag
As all of us are broken down to tears
By your final departure from our home
It seems suddenly real, and completely unreal

I miss you
Far to late to show you
That you really were apart of us
That your absence is noticed
I wish I had some opportunity to show you
All the misunderstood and broken things
In our relationship, could have been temporary