That moment before grief destroys us,
We sit eating the sweetest melon,
Not knowing the sweetness until
Much later, when the first grade
Is empty-eyed, everyone
Alone now as we are overtaken
Without knowing it yet,
Thinking this cannot be
That moment before grief destroys us,
We sit eating the sweetest melon,
Not knowing the sweetness until
Much later, when the first grade
Is empty-eyed, everyone
Alone now as we are overtaken
Without knowing it yet,
Thinking this cannot be