What is this place that I live? You don’t know the half of it Why did she leave it all to me? Just hold it all down, they say I’m asking for more than I could ever deserve The smiles, the laughter, they ran along behind her Quiet footsteps, they’re cold now It’s been three years or so and still I can’t comprehend it This blue that’s left behind Was I ever the fighting one? I couldn’t say that I feel that way I am only the healing one Holding my own hand With shaking arms We jumped into the water off Rosebud pier Two thousand and ten in the summer A fleeting memory lost to the wind Just a picture held in a photo book The small boy under the tree Circa nineteen sixty three Sure he’d be glad to see you and me The white noise here reminds me that Your footsteps, are cold now It’s been three years or so and still I can’t comprehend it This blue that’s left behind Will the tears come to the surface Now that I’m sucked dry An empty shell I’ve got a piece of my heart Thrown up, spat out into the dark