When I’m sad and I ball, the tears come down like a waterfall.
It all started when I got that phone call.
“ I’m sorry to inform you, but he is no longer here.”
I hang up the phone. The waterfall was lead by one single tear.
I was numb and I could barely hear.
Yes I knew he was in a bad state but I didn’t know his time was near.
“Why?Why did you take him away?”
“I took him because he needed to be in a better place.”
As I sleep I dream about his warm embrace.
Then I start screaming his name.
“Paul! Paul! Watch out for the wall!”
But it was too late.
Now when I think of him water falls.