At the last you’re taken from the coil

And the snowflakes crack my skin

Thoughts of how we’ll lose you in the soil

And you never lost your grin


Sat outside the white hospital doors

Where a preacher tells my sins


Tells me how ill never be a man

That wasn’t part of my plan


I pick up a pen and to the tune of a love song

I write him a letter on paper I found by the door

what am I doing this for


I flip up a coin it lands on the wrong side

Not waving but drowning at the weight of a strong tide