Author's note: In memory of Tio Cotto
Yesterday, I flew to you.
You smiled and bid hello too.
I grinned and fell deep, deep into the nether sleep.
Why is it when I'm awake, I hear you call out to me?
And when I'm asleep, I see things I shouldn't see.
Your voice carries over from the grave, telling me to be brave.
How can I be when you're not here?
Dying is the easy part.
Living costs a whole lot more, unable to come ashore.
Let me cry at night,
with all my might,
let your love encase me, and let me fly free.
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