A Place on the Couch

There’s a place on the couch where he liked to sit
With a smile spread from ear to ear
And talk about trucks, his boy, and John Deere

There’s a place on the couch where he’d bounce his young boy
They would laugh, he’d be silly, his heart filled with joy

There’s a place on the couch where he liked to relax
Kick up his feet watch a movie or two
Catch a sponge bob or watch the game
Spend the afternoon through

There’s a place on the couch where he liked to lay
And have a cool drink on a hot summer’s day.

There’s a place on the couch where he drew his last breath
Not really there as he drifted toward death.

And there’s a place on the couch where his boy sits alone
Forced to try and figure out what it is he did wrong

Because there’s a place on the couch where his dad used to be
And it’s cold and it bare, a too vivid memory…

Of who should still be there


I hope that the loss of Dusty will awaken those who could have easily been in his place.