The hands on the clock keep turning.
I’m learning to associate each tick
With the burning in my gut,
As I sit in the waiting room.
With the smell of decay
That bleach just can’t wash away.
No it can’t wash away.
They called nine-one-one.
They said the found you
Unconscious and unresponsive.
The pills you took have haunted
Me for so long.
Now I’m empty as a desert in the sun;
No comfort, no hospitality.
No questions,
Means no answers.
No chances left to ask you how you feel today,
Or will you be okay?
They had an open casket,
So I could see your face.
An ornate flower basket
Laid at your feet.
It was autumn,
The leaves were falling,
I’ll always remember
The sunset on your grave.
But now I’m filling the hole you left
With useless objects I collect.
I never planned for you not to be here
When we were younger
And planted a seed where it could grow.
I’m just so used to the sirens outside
That I never stopped to question
Just where they were going,
Or why they were there
In the first place.
I just never noticed.
(Yeag, I never noticed)
The bags under your eyes,
The distress in your voice.
You weren’t fine.
And the days we had are dead and gone,
And I never got to say
That I love you just the same.
Drifting further away.
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