somber shadows stalking

July 2nd, 1995

I have this day burned into my mind like a deserving wound, we lost you that day, and me celebrating graduation. You should’ve been there with me, yet someone had other plans.

I wonder in the middle of the night as I work the e.r., eyes shifting about to the carnage which holds taut against my vision like a grim patchwork quilt of should-never-be’s. I can’t take you back here, and then I hear these songs, and I can’t help but break down, kind’ve like right now.

There were times that long summer that I ran the track, and I swore I could hear you behind me like old times. I miss you man….