it's been almost two years now and it still hurts to say his name
i still remember his calloused fingers and steady voice
i loved him so much and i know i didn't tell him that enough
there's a lot of things i should have done when he was around
when i was driving to his grave, i heard a familiar voice on the radio
i recognized that it was the poem william once wrote me
he must have recorded it as a song before he died
i knew all of the words and i just sat there in silence with tears streaming down my face
at the end of the song i heard will's voice "this one's for you elizabeth, this is us"
and for the first time in a while, i smile