Mom

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Louis lays out his blanket and adores his mother's grave with flowers. He sits down cross legged on the  blanket and pats the dirt with a sad smile before picking up the guitar. 

"It's a new song, Ma. I  hope you like it." He lets the tears fall as he begins to sing. 

"Lights out, so I cannot see."

"Storm clouds, it's killing me."

"If you were here you'd know just what to do... oh I am lost without you...."

"Can't breathe, though there's air around."

"My lips speak but you don't make a sound."

"If you were here you'd know just what to do...Oh I am lost without you..."

He sits there for a couple more minutes, crying softy into his lap, before picking up the guitar and heading home. 

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