Where Is Juan Carlos?

Spent the day alone cutting roses back to root
Tend to the telephone 'cause I was expecting you
Saying the words aloud
It doesn't register at all
Standing in silence as I absorb the violence of the call

How do you tell a child?
When is the time for news like this?
A friend whose heart was kind now just seems to not exist
Lessons I can't erase haunting my calendar at home
If there's a better place, here's hoping peace will find his soul

Grieve in destructive ways
Crawl in a bottle filled with smoke
One can't participate
She has to bear her tears alone
A baby on the way
A tiny silver string of light
She'll never know today and how he had to say goodbye