Number 4 Poem by Mariam de Haan

Got a phone call today
They said you passed away
You were fine morning
And just yesterday
But now you've got no heartbeat

We have the same name
But I know nothing about you
Just stories, just fame

I didn't cry earlier
Not when I heard
Not a single tear
But now they're here

I had so many chances to visit
Like last year with my cousin
Last month when you were still livin'
But I didn't
I just didn'

I know it wasn't right
That I should've held you tight
At least so I can remember
The last time I told you goodnight
But I can't

I'm sorry I don't know you
I'm sorry I was never near
It's not that I don't care
Now you're part of my prayers
Part of the past

The past is the past
Live in the present
Prepare for the future
That's all I can do