Cold
The secondary pain of loss is questioning our mortality and that of those around us.
I read your status, I made the call, I felt the chill Go down my spine. I heard your loss, so sudden, so quick, Those left behind, New wife and child. How does this happen? Random and unfair. So young and strong, Now still and gone. I want to reach out Tell you "I love you," To each and everyone, That I call dear. But I'm cold and scared, It could happen to me, It could happen to them, How will we know? Hold me in your ar...