"Without You" by Jonathan Larson rewritten to be about losing my dad

"Without You" by Jonathan Larson covers death, breakups, and addiction. It also has the theme of things going on around you after a loss. I am taking some of these themes and many of Larson's words, but tweaking them to be more personal after losing my dad.

Without you

The words cross

The food cooks

The stars trek

Without you

Your pics gaze

Your locket sits

Your grandson plays

Your art's whole

Your marbles roll

Your children tried

Without you

The earth warms

The cloud forms

But you've died

Without you

The vice grips

The glass empties

The flask pours

Without you

My books shut

My plants bloom

My candles glow

My dog yelps

My friend helps

I'll be a bride

Without you

The Earth spins

The person sins

But you've died

Without you

Our world endures—

Mem'ries revive—

But I knew you, only you, lonely you, within me you

Without you

Our backs creak

Our joints pop

Our skin feels

Without you

Our mouths move

Our hairs grow

Our senses grasp

Our eyes burn! (Our eyes burn!)

Our minds spurn! (Our minds spurn!)

Your past lied

Without you

Life goes on

But you're gone

Cause you've died

Without you

(Prompt by me)

Photo by Daniel J. Schwarz on Unsplash

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