I pass the grounds you used to work, memories flooded my mind, I pass the grounds that you used to live, how I wish it could all be mine. 

I visit the woman that you used to love before the angels took you away, me and the children you had sit and talk about the crazy things you would say. 

I struggle some days as it's hard to remember the details of your face, it's funny sometimes as I sit and wonder if you were still here would I still be in this place. 

I remember your mum and how sad that she was to have to bury her son, luckily tho I still have time remaining, I wonder if i will see you again, as we all blamed you did heaven save you or will you come back as a friend. 

Your son was so young when you dearly departed his memory of you made real by my words, I try not to mention the heart break and tension or the evil things that I heard. 

So tragedy struck at the heart of our family the feelings that for too long desperately loom, in my dreams I see your jeans and boots alongside the smell of cigarettes and diesel fumes. 

                                    Goodnight Dad.