I swear I meant it when I asked God if I could switch places with you. I swear I asked for a thousand times to take me instead. It didn't have to be you, it was supposed to be me.
And if we could ever meet again I'd want it to be over your marbled tombstone besides fragrant dahlias and prim rose.
I'm sorry it had to be you.
'til we meet again, Fare-thee-well.