They never start this way,
always the brightest ones,
that hear the call and go
down with the demons.
Maybe it’s tragedy,
maybe coincidence,
maybe it’s by design,
but it never makes sense.
To watch those you love
try to choose
the songs they want
to die to.
Listening to the same refrain
over and over.
“I’ll get better soon.
It’s just a summer cold
I’m getting over.”
It can’t erase the skin,
the bruising
and the heart
that’s grown colder.
Play that one again.
I love the way
the harmony comes in.
Such a perfect arrangement.
Right about here,
I’ll push the plunger in.
Yeah, you don’t know,
and you’re better off
that I’d never have told ‘ya.
I know you won’t play these songs
when I’m gone
and you have grown older.
I might survive
and if I come around again,
we’ll sit and play
the same old refrains.
Habitual;
it’s all we know in the end.
Sit in the sun,
taking whole songs to the head.
HG – 2019
