You're Dead (And What Comes After)

You're dead I never got to play my songs for you Or say that you're my best friend too Or spend the time we should have spent On a million little projects We're here Sorting through what's left Typing your old poems Indexing our nevers and regrets You didn't learn to paint but you started I know we both loved to draw mountains I hope you knew that too Falling into what's left is a nice distraction But you're dead and nothing I can ever do will change it Today I shaved for the first time since you checked in two months ago And I watched stress and pain fall off my face I watched it spiral down the drain I excavated your things from the shed Appreciated those bones the same way you did Then moved on as best I could And staying in these rainy moments forever is as good as dying And I know beyond a shadow of doubt you wouldn't want us in pain I'm here And I'll limp off into the sunset Empty handed and tearstained but still moving on And in time I'll learn to keep my promises Goodbye my old friend, I will be strong