Delayed grief swelling and swelling,
My phantom baby, chain-link dirty dots,
The pain it's caused not knowing.
We hold onto your feet
And pour ourselves over you
A protective barrier knit
Burlingame's abandoned lots,
Born from houses torn down.
Thankfulness is me walking on the sidewalk.
You are finally placed in my arms
My tears are like a river now,
They fall more and more everyday
Phenomenon, the alarm reaction...
Ghost.