Cries of the Hollyhocks

Oh Bill, the hollyhocks cry for you.
Everyday, the hollyhocks talk about you.
How guily I am for your death,
How the hollyhocks miss your voice.
Sorry, for not realizing your troubles,
Or the life problems that you face.
I know you are really miserable,
For the thoughts of your mom that were terrible.
Please let me save you in the afterlife,
As I failed to save you in your present life.
Sorry for your wife and dreams,
The hollyhocks miss you.