I try to sit here
eyes shut, ears open
absorbing your passion,
This seat may have been the last spot
you ever warmed with your pure energy.
You were broken
and I couldn’t fix you. I couldn’t face it.
But you let me try
which breathed life into our bond.
Your ghostly gaze falls tenderly
onto my back, letting me relax
while 3 2 1 jamming.
I can practically hear you humming along
even your smile emits sound. It’s warm.
Let’s sit here a while and fade
into his cool composition.