there s a coyote dying on the back porch and i had a fever of a hundred and four and any hope i had of you coming back is gone with dying dog and i m sorry that i couldn t save him and i m sorry that you had to go and i m hoping that someday you ll make it to the field where the wildflowers grow well i can see the cross from the hillside and i can see the lights downtown and i used to see your face every single day but i try not to think about it now and you were always one to worry but there s no way that we could have known still i ve waited through all of the seasons but you ain t never gonna come back home and i know that i shouldn t hold out now that you re so far away nothing s gonna change it anyway and i m sorry that i couldn t save him and i m sorry that you had to go and i m hoping that someday you ll make it to the field where the wildflowers grow and i m hoping that someday you ll make it to the field where the wildflowers grow