Is it over? Is it over now? Can I open my eyes? Are you done? I hope death is as glamorous as you dreamt it would be, I pray for your sicked self I hope you found your way, got fabulous seats, tickets, a front row view to witness our grief You yearned for the tomb, the comfort of your mother's womb, the sense of control When left on your own, I yearned for a part of your decision, a place in your heart, a say in the matter before you depart Have you ever loved? Have you ever feared? That your heart could burst from pain if I was not there? You gave life to us, your father and I, and took it away without telling us why You yearned for the tomb, the comfort of your mother's womb, the sense of control When left on your own, I yearned for a choice, a last chance to hear your frail voice, tell me it's alright, get back to your night I yearn for a fight, a scream that wakes us in the night, an hour of tears to hug away your fears Not this clinical silence, a name I can no longer say, not bottomless sadness that you went away