The Absence of July

January 20, 2011. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

I think it was November, the day my daddy died,
The fateful memory marked by the snow.
And I still see me standing there, trying not to cry,
Knowing someday I'd ask him why.

Some things never come, and everything will go.
The Futures coming fast, the past is fading slow.
And some things, we never know.

So many years went by, and I was growing cold,
With tears for memories marked by the snow.
When I saw her standing there the tears dried from my eyes,
and this day I had known why

Some things never come, and everything will go.
The Futures coming fast, the past is fading slow.
And some things, we never know.

One day in December, My son was born to see,
another memory marked by the snow.
I just held him standing there, trying not to cry,
hoping someday I'd tell him why.

Some things never come, and everything will go.
The Futures coming fast, the past is fading slow.
And some things, we never know.

As the years passed through me, thoughts collected dust,
and fateful memories, lost in the snow.
I was no longer standing, the nineteenth of July,
and that day, I asked him why

Some things never come, and everything will go.
The Futures coming fast, the past is fading slow.
And some things, we never know.

I can still remember the absence of July.
So many memories I had let go,
and I can see him standing there, trying not to cry,
knowing some day he'll ask me why

And I will say

Some things never come, and everything will go.
The Futures coming fast, the past is fading slow.
And some things, we never know.

Son, Somethings... we never know.