Quindon Tarver: Jessica

He Used to Walk With JessicaDown to the DinerThey'd Sit and Talk For HoursAbout Nothin' in ParticularJust Bullshit the Time AwayThat's What She Used to SayShe'd Wrinkle Her Nose When She Said ItThat's How You Know She Meant ItJessicaJessicShe'd Call Him At Nine A.m.To See How Sleep Had Been Treatin' HimAnd Though They Were Never LoversThey Were Soulmates Under CoverThey'd Drink Beer and Sit AroundOr Just Sit Still and Not Make a SoundAnd He Would Shudder to ThinkOf What Life Would Be LikeWithout His Best Friend -slash- ShrinkJessicaBridge: She's An Angel At His TableForced to Feel But Not to SeeBlinded By Her AbsenceHaunted By Her MemoryIf Only You Were Able to See the Angel At Your TableHe Got a Phone CallFrom Her MotherHe Said, "Yeah, Right Stop Kidding Around."He Felt His Heart Fall to the GrounSince Then EverydaySeems to Feel Like WinterEverything Is ColorlessAs He Can't See It With HerJessicaJessicaHe Could Easily Have Been With HerDriving Home in the CarIt Was Her BirthdayIt's Sick How Things Work Out That WayNow At Night When He SleepsA Watch Over Him She KeepsShe Whispers in His EarFor His Heart to HearJessicaJessicaIt's Amazing How a Soul Can LeaveSuddenly From a BodyRendering It UselessAnd Stealing Its Desire to BreatheOne Moment Here Then GoneWith no Forwarding AddressLove no Longer Has a HouseResidence in FleshReligion Without a TempleNo Place to Take Your Worship ToNo God For the Eyes to SeeNo Fruit to Lay At the FeetOf JessicaJessicaIf Only You Were Able to SeeThe Angel At Your TableThen You'd Understand WhyYou Never Got to Say GoodbyeTo JessicaThere's no Such Word As GoodbyeFor JessicaShe's Always Standing ByJessica