But I guess I saw it coming.
I mean, I imagined it time and time again.
I just couldn't imagine when,
or what I would say.
I knew I would cry,
and I knew I wouldn't be the same
after watching dirt being poured,
although with love,
vigorously on top of you.
And I could never get the sound of the shovel quite right,
or the feel of tears running from my eyes to my throught,
or the urge to jump in with you.
So I guess I was expecting it,
I just wasn't ready.
