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How have you been?
I’d ask my dearest friend Mr. James
Where exactly have you gone too?
Once bright and as vibrant as the sun
Now nothing more than a dull jar of ashes
What games had we once played?
I would ask the kindest person I knew
Once who saved me just as I had him
I do remember playing with small glass rabbits
They clang together and danced upon the quilts
Just like the old wine glasses
Or did I just dream that?
You couldn’t have just dropped it could you?
That smoking addiction you just couldn’t kick
Now look at yourself
Nothing more than a dull jar of ashes
Just like the ones that fell on the pavement
Because of you
And now here I stand
Pieces of all kinds missing
All because of you
Why is it I stand here alone?
Your house alive in the hands of another
And as time passes before me
The memories I have of you disappears with it
Oh how I’d give anything just to remember you
Now I look at old photographs of all kinds
They dance upon the pages
Whispering sweet nothings
I can’t even tell if they’re lying
Your voice is foreign to me now
Yet you are still my sunshine
My light in this darkness
But why?
I just wish I knew
Wish I knew you were ok
Wish I could see you again
My dearest sunshine it's been so dark without you
Its as if my surroundings void the light from seeping in through the seams
Just like the stars that packed their bags and left us
On the night of an eclipse
Because my dear here’s the real ticker
No matter how many candles I light
Or how many switches I turn on
They’ll all burn out
Just like my heart did
When I saw you encased in your wooden tomb
Yet here I stand
I remember so little of you
Forgetting more and more
Pieces of me becoming lost
As time continues to take its course
Yet here I stand
Hoping you had accomplished all that you could’ve
All that you wished
That maybe my sunshine won’t be gone for long
And here I stand at age sixteen and all I can think of is
Are you proud of me?
My dearest sunshine
Are you proud of me?