I’m waiting for the call, that call

The one, you know, what will end them all

The one in which my heart will stop

The one that makes some people drop

It’s not always predicted

But it seems Death’s vindictive

Memories and pictures are all we have – if we’re lucky

And this moment

We’re all weighted down but really we’re just clouds

So there’s no reason to jab or be ugly

We’re moving through like clouds

It’s Mother’s Day, it’s Father’s Day, it’s the Fourth of July

Another birthday, another Christmas Eve sky

I stand before you, an offspring

We reflect each other

Why do you own so many things

You may wonder why I don’t make eye contact

Or maybe you’ve never even noticed that

I see your faults and try to steer away

But personality and hang-ups are part genetic, they say

I wonder if I’m good enough

Was I left alone too much

Were you providing or running away

Either way, I don’t cast the blame

On Sunday I went to visit

You’re renovating the house

I know I will miss it

It’s a changing place since I moved out

Are you going to sell it after 40 years

Where are you gonna go

Please don’t disappear

I don’t know

So I look you in the eyes

And hope my posture shows

Being here is what I chose

I don’t know when’s that time

Or if even yours will come before mine

But I hope you know you did good

Don’t worry, this isn’t an augury

For right now I’m traversing where you once stood

Our paths cross like two wandering fluffs in the sky

Thanks for all the times you thought of me