Billy

Cold empty and gone
You slowly progressed to that point
A point I could not bear
to sit around and wait for
demise
I have always loved you
Even in your cold little bits
Your absense is not a far
cry from your progression to
your pit
I saw it in myself
May be the healthiest choice
One of few
in that my love grew
to watch you go
somewhere I do not know
If only I could
would you all be there
so many