choking on sunshine with my little friend
his time was not mine, though while i could i held his hand,
pictureframes smiling in grey, scarlette roses on a grave
tears falling in crescendos like the pain,
thinking of places he left vacant, never the same.
they say one person can change the world, and they're right he left it changed.
silences grow as i wander past his old home,
i imagine a beautiful painted house, but how things fade.
his parents mourn him everyday losing all youth in their faces.
its hard to not imagine him with me when i see beautiful places,
and im left snatching at little traces.
sometimes i hear his footsteps,
sometimes i smell his cologne,
every day i miss his voice,
but i know its gone....
every day im choking on sunshine.
i see the rays and i want to go home,
i see a parade and i want to tear it down.
i miss his face, and sometimes i think
he's still waiting at home
or i'll see him at school
my little friend