Left with images of you pouring from my eyes:

You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide.



Just images, just images

All that's left

All that I can find.



Like water

From a cactus

In the desert of my mind.



Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.

Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.



In a room that holds you

Like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell:



No calls

No mail

No visitors for when you're in hell.



Forced hellos

Rushed goodbyes

And best wishes for you in the meantime



My face seen as often as God's

Can let guilt have it's way of owning you

Like a dog.



May to March

March to May

The days fall with the promises I make.



Like water

From a faucet

Into the sink of your faith.



Little to big: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.

Big to little: o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.



We always seem to fall with only words to hold

We always seem to fall with only photos to hold

We always seem to fall with only memories to hold

We always seem to fall without family to hold.