It’s the day that I cry
Because I have no reason to figure out what you don’t have
Or buy something you have been hinting at
No reason to buy you a tie
Or crazy underwear
No reason to make a dinner for just you
Or pour a drink to share with you
No reason to buy a card
Tomorrow is the day that they have been hyping for months
Reminding me of what a great fellow you are
I know how brave
They tell me how much you have accomplished
I know what you wanted from the world
I know what you have done
They tell me how much I owe you
But they don’t know how much I do love you
They tell me how much I should show you that love
But they don’t know how long you have been lost to me
Since February 8, 1994
The day you invalidated Father’s Day
The day you died
And now every third Sunday in June, I cry
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