the colors fade away
the canvas starts to fray
i’m leaving in the night
a note on the porch light
the desert skies are barriers
the city glimmers in the rear view mirror
all my friends said marry her
don’t know that I would ask if she were here
she is real
the songs of yesterday
the words we tried to say
the letters never read
the wishing you were dead
the days are short, the years are long
I never even thought I could be wrong
a page turned in your favorite book:
a thunderstorm reminding me again that she is real
our better days behind us
living our lives in our new worlds
saved all of your photos
but they’re gone