Your eyes have lost all color,
And you’re not there to say your own name.
I will never forget, that you and I were one in the same.

 

Melancholic bones,
Still strong and unwavering.
Like a case made from melted gold shavings.

 

A case that treasured deep love for the world,
And compassion to strangers.
That opens only in solitude, when facing the Creator.

 

And though your eyes have lost all color,
And your name falls to the wind.
I will take these treasures, and bury them within.

 

Though your coffin turns to feed and soil,
And your heart strings are consumed by worms.
I will still repeat your name.
And keep the color of your eyes contained.

 

Contained within this golden case,
of love and memories of your face.
And every time we crossed the train tracks.
And every time we sanded paint cracks.
And every time you fell asleep right after dinner.
In the dawn of moonlight shimmer.
Every meal and every beer,
That we shared when I was there.

 

From the time you drew first breath,
To your first days,
Then my first days.
Then your last days,
So will my last days come as well.