You passed away two years ago today,
And it has been very hard.
I wish you would get your ass back here
And take care of your frigging yard.
You didn’t tell me what to do,
Now all your trees are covered in white-fly goo.
It’s not just the yard that needs your care,
Remember the chores that we always would share?
What do I do when the garage door won’t open?
How about when the bathroom pipe got broken?
Who takes the trash out when it’s too heavy for me?
That was always your job, you see.
A simple task I can no longer do,
My shoulders are torn from lifting you.
Buddy still mourns at his great loss,
He refuses to believe that I am the boss.
He sits in the pool for hours on end,
I wonder if his heart will ever mend.
A problem has developed with your old dog,
It seems like his training is becoming unraveled.
The only reason that I can see,
Is that I don’t walk down the road you traveled.
I take our students on your tours of the city,
It’s not the same; it isn’t as witty.
I try to take them where you used to go,
But the places I go are not nearly as pretty.
I haven’t had fresh fish since you’ve been gone,
No one I know brings it home
The catching, cleaning and smoking the fish
I can no longer do alone.
The Charger games go unwatched,
It’s no fun without you here.
Oh My Bobby, how exciting it was
To listen to your rousing cheer!
The Del Mar season has gone and passed,
I’ve looked all over for your stash,
I have not yet found it, your stash of cash,
I hope you didn’t put it in the trash!
The political season is heating up,
I’m afraid that Obama may not win,
WE all need you here to work on his campaign
With you on his side, it’s a sure thing.
The “tea party” is new since you’ve been gone,
They are a far-right religious sect,
Remember Sara Palin, the broad with the “wink?”
Now we have Michelle Bachman,
Who doesn’t know how to think.
I’ve contacted Medium’s to be in touch,
I’m not really expecting much,
But others around me have heard the word,
It makes no difference if it sounds absurd.
You once promised me that I could go first,
You knew I could not be alone,
I wish I could hold you to your promise,
At least I wish we could be in touch by phone.
The wound isn’t healing as fast as I wish,
The scab keeps coming off with a swish,
I miss you more than words can say,
What I wouldn’t give for one more day.
I look around me and see your face,
In every single “effing” place.
But what is missing is your smile and voice,
Oh Lord, I wish I had a choice.
For I’d give up almost everything to have you back,
For one more night in the sack.
A chance to say “I love you so”
Ah, My Bobby, please don’t go.