Where do we go to die?
like a dog who knows its
days are numbered
Did you walk towards the sunset?
what were the last words you muttered?
I ask myself these questions
over and over
because the end of you
was not imaginable
I thought maybe he's gone to a city
like Kerouac or Cassidy
Off to find yourself
old man who wanted to live off the land
Maybe a hermit, always a wanderer
but I thought no, he would never leave sister
or me, or mother
And then I felt this dread knowing
you became one of the missing, the murdered.
my toksa, my boy
where did you go to die?
what took you from the future, the hope
I used to see in your eyes?
I look for you still in the horizon
in sunsets and risings
And tell me where do you go to die?
I'll go there too , I don't mind waiting
