Eight Years

Acting on my own terms
Yet feelings still raw
Eight years ago today, it was
Should have done something more

Listen to the memories
Frozen in despair
Your swaying on that cliff edge
Leaves me gasping for air

Dry mouth and wider eyes
I’m pulled in more and more
Snap out of it man you cry
But I’m pinned, choking on the floor

Walking through soft snow
Knowing bad weather’s still to come
Too loud now I can’t listen
Too loud now I feel numb

Black car waits at the door
But neither you nor I can drive
Locked in the back room
Hiding from those that must arrive