Images of you and I flash in front of my eyes
letting me witness the past
while I stand in silence in the silence,
as I continue to drown in my tears
waiting for the fall to happen.
These past thirty years have slipped away,
slipped away through my fingers,
letting me watch you disappear,
disappear into thin air
trying to pick a fight with you
as you slip away.
In time I’ll come to terms with you being gone
but not now,
I’ll just wait till I can come be with you
sitting here by the fire,
watching the images slip away.