Uncle John

It was about a year ago
when you left us laying here,
playing dead like you always asked.
Now I just ask myself why,
why didn’t I lay there?
Probably because I was too young to catch on
no, I don’t think that’s it.
Maybe because I just wanted to play
no, my mother says I was tired.
Perhaps I didn’t want to lay next to my brothers
no, we always got along.
Fifteen years later, a year too late.
I've finally come to the realization
that I didn’t lay there
because I wanted to stand next to you.