Sunrise will come too soon

And you'll disappear

You brush the doll's hair
Beautiful golden locks of yarn and string
And she calls you from the top of the stairs
Tea with Grandma
If you're lucky, Grandpa will come in from the garden
And you'll all sit happily around the table
Of the now-leveled house
With your Grandfather's ghost
And your Grandmother's soul-less body
Tea by yourself
In those cups you used to love