I sat on the deck
Talking to him tonight
Smoke and glass hand
Telling him how much
I miss him
On this earth with me
Ahead of the artic blast
I shiver and shake
Not for cold
But for the absence
The son who is
On the Other Side
To say that I miss him
Is a blip on the screen
Of a radar full of his presence
Yeah, it’s Christmas
A time to remember who is not here
And it hurts in my bones
The tears are ever-present
My grief takes control
In the end all that should be
Is all that is
The absence
The empty chair.