The day becomes a fog
The sun imploded in the east
And I can't see the road I'm driving on
Or feel the floor beneath my feet
I sit and watch the clock
As the ambulance it flees
Now I'm sure, now I'm certain
That time doesn't heal a thing
It just dulls the blade
I kiss your head and hold my breath
I thought if I held your grey skin long enough
The color would come back
But it never did
And that's the saddest part of love
We only see it when it leaves
It's all in moments
It's all in pictures
All in distant memories
That we can never seem to hold
As they're sitting in our hands
I can't touch you
I can't feel you
I can't find the strength to stand
Taller than I am
As I watch my mother cry
Your daughter
She talks about an afterlife
One that I don't know
But one I hope you find
Wherever you are, whoever you're with
I just hope it sees you right
I should've seen you when I could
I just couldn't drive the five fucking minutes it took
To get to your house from mine
Now I'm left to process, now I'm left to forgive myself
And pretend
I tried to make the most of the time I was given
I search for you in wind
You're my cardinal
Point me in the right direction
Southpaw
My left
With love we leave
Find peace, find rest
Sun up on the morning of May 15th
I got the news on Beverly and sped into a parking lot
Grandma handed me the shirt you left me
With a picture of a bass on it
I always took for granted all your subtle ways of bonding
I drove with the windows down
Listening to Creedence and Cool Change
My left hand still writes the words
The way that yours would strum the strings
We couldn't have a funeral
I hope the songs we sang suffice the ceremony