The world has changed since he has been gone.
He wouldn't recognize it.
Now she's gone too.
11pm news
In the summer air.
Slouching half asleep
In the worn out chair.
Country music static
On the radio.
Drinking by myself
And the demons I know.
Watched 10 years go.
10 years after
He was laid to rest
We’re only left with the photographs
In a cedar chest.
Glossilalia purge.
No spirit held to shout.
But 9 holes in each hand
Breathing in and out.
Sanguine, warm, damp air
Held a poison touch.
She let the humor out
To break miasma’s clutch,
But bled too much.
10 years after
She laid down to sleep
We’re left guessing by the sickness
That she hid so deep.
Heard it from a friend now,
Bout an ugly trend now.
The all made their bed.
She said “they’re a memory.
You gotta let em go.”
Master planning crashes.
Brown eyes turned to ashes.
Never coming back.
They’re in the past tense now
and for ever.
Tapes with both their faces
Still on VHS.
Now they’ll never age
As the years progress.
Trips around the sun
Now made cold and still.
Wide awake a 3am
Held against our will:
Long nights to fill.
10 years after
They both slipped away,
Another decade of existence
Passes by and
10 years after,
And I’m still wasting time.
The definition of a failure.
Life gets squandered,
But 10 years after
We heard the news they’d gone,
We’re closer to the time we’ll join them,
But for now
The world keeps turning,
So we’ll carry on!