The room is half full and of those half are strangers
Your sister is greeting the guests as they arrive
You comfort your mother who silently cries
When your stepfather dies
He joined you when you were already in progress
He gave you a watch when he could not give you his eyes
You gaze where this pinch hitting character lies
When your stepfather dies
The room is too warm and the air is like plastic
The priest bids some warm (if generic) goodbyes
You wish you’d heard something that might have surprised you
When your stepfather dies
Given a little more time you might have grown closer
But then again maybe you might not have tried
Now you just can’t wait to get out of those shoes and that tie
When your stepfather dies
Substitute, surrogate, sir - call him Charlie
Your mind veers in vain to a thought you despise
But you measure nothing against his demise
When your stepfather dies
The room is half full and of those half are strangers
Your sister is greeting the guests as they arrive
When your stepfather dies