The Sixth Child Separated By Six Degrees

these days, seems I need a to do list

to get me from point A to B

See me and my memory just don't mix

another limb cut from my family tree

Sharpened blades seem to dull my attention

reasons why are neither here nor there

Road rage is a sign of aggression

I want to go but I've nothing to wear

I wore what I had to the funeral

my best for you was never enough

You gauge your love with the sweetest betrayal

to be right you simply make things up

I went to the store to buy a suitcase

after death you cherry picked through their stuff

I remember that hopeful look on his face

when he held our hands smiling, looking at us

The baked goods and board games held your favor

with no intention to honor his plea

It's the bet of your life and you happily wagered

to increase the distance between our degrees

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these days, seems I need a to do list

I sit around all day and binge the TV

So many things that I know I am missing

seems somehow, I've lost the better of me

The world stopped with no real intention

I lost my way and the will to be

The hurt inside is too much to mention

honoring the separation between you and me

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these days, seems I need a to do list

I've finally reached the point of no return

A lost heart that nobody misses

an empty matchbook and no bridges to burn

I wonder sometimes if he looks down at me

with disappointment in his watering eyes

A lost cog in his family tree

who lost it all the day that he said goodbye