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