Jacob was a wiltting flower
Dying in my arms
He was like a beautiful day
Ending in alarm
Jacob was an hour before dusk
When it's the bluest skies
Jacob was the world
reflected in my eyes
Jacob was a stretch of sun
That fell across my room
A cup of chamomille tea and a blanket
Late in the afternoon
He was the sweetest kind of silence
The anthem of a broken heart
Jacob was a wiltting flower
Slowly coming apart