Where Is Juan Carlos? - Matt Pryor

Spent the day alone cutting roses back to root

Tend to the telephone 'cause I was expecting you

Saying the words aloud

It doesn’t register at all

Standing in silence as I absorb the violence of the call

How do you tell a child?

When is the time for news like this?

A friend whose heart was kind now just seems to not exist

Lessons I can’t erase haunting my calendar at home

If there’s a better place, here’s hoping peace will find his soul

Grieve in destructive ways

Crawl in a bottle filled with smoke

One can’t participate

She has to bear her tears alone

A baby on the way

A tiny silver string of light

She’ll never know today and how he had to say goodbye