I'm so heartsick now, and I never knew Matthew.
But I know hate, have seen it, felt it.
Sometimes not stopped it.
Watching the news after a hectic day
TV's on mute
See his picture
And what my stomach does then
It's no air and a hundred recollections
And flinching at remarks
But I'm still here.
And I heard someone could have sworn
"It was a scarecrow."
I've never spontaneously cried
With the TV on mute
And there's a mist in the air here
Like you stayed.
-- Eric Wahl