Today was just another day for many; the birthday for someone I know; and the 5 year anniversary of the day that someone I used to know, lost his life.
At 22 years old, Andy was gone before life gave him the chance – or rather unfortunately, there is reason to believe it was the other way around. Who knows what was behind those passing clouds… if he just waited in the rain.
Instead of brighter days, he’s getting flowers laid. Instead of creating new memories, he’s fading in ours. To someone I could have saved, I apologise with a visit to his grave. We already know this: nothing is promised. So don’t just live life as if it’s a gift.. be one, so you’ll be missed.
It’s hard to leave that someone.
It’s harder to say goodnight.
The something about the sunset,
is the same thing in their eyes.
There is a promise of another date,
but never guarantee of another day.
The same direction to take but in a different way.
A choice to be better or refusal to stay the same,
the only promise we can make is that at least one novelty will stay.
Weeping clouds and different shades of blue,
colours blend the same way as the truth.
Well spent or hardly used,
today never parts with a clue
of how tonight will be coloured without you.