adapted from William Shakespeare for Vicki Fraser (1965 – 2023)

I wrote this song when I heard you were dead.

In hopes it will find you in the beyond

and break the news that I’ve lost the thread

that holds me to this world in which you’re gone.

Remember the words of this song, not me,

the one who wrote this out of love for you.

I would rather that you soon forgot me,

to spare you sorrow as you slip from view.

There is no ‘if’ about you in this verse –

the place where love for you will not decay.

When they slide you into the long black hearse,

my love will still be with you on that day.

These woeful words are meant to play the thief,

to make room for love amidst this painful grief.