A. Salvaterra Apt. 105

With no one to greet us at the door
I gingerly press the button
And remember how much I miss you
Some days I hope to summon your ghost
It would make things so much easier

Nonna has a shrine it seems
And I see your smiling face everywhere
There's something so empty about it now
This place she calls home

It's strange because I never thought
I'd miss you this much
Sometimes, growing up,
I wanted to stay home and be with my friends
And Mom would say:
"You have to come with us
Nonna and Nonno won't be here forever"
But I never thought time would be so short, so mean
Yes, Nonna's still here but she isn't the same without you
We're all different... that day in June of '04 our hero died
And this label, it lies: "A. Salvaterra"