Time passes ages get added memories seem to fade into the shadows of our minds. The people that own the faces we loved every day soon turn into irony as we only see them when we shut are eyes. We take walks along the bridge at night like we used to under the full moon and you look down and see his reflection next to you but you dare not turn your head as the tears of him not being their would just ripple that brief moment your having now. Its ok to act like it didn't happen when the family is around story's flying by, drinks in-sue and good times are the vibes. Feeling and thinking that at least one of them must of been told by him himself, but a-lass..... it was not. The lights of the sun dim the drinks run dry the sound of tires spinning across the road outside is all that is left for the ending moments and the house is alone and dark and quite. No tic of the clock or chime from the wind, no friend or foe clamoring on about such and such. Just you and your thoughts and it hits you, that's all you have left now.
