The Kids Don't Stand a Chance

They took you away on a Monday

Flumes of flames cluttered the sky

Drops of snow fluttered as your soul left your body

Promises unmade as time told it's truth

Hands unclasped in the open eyes as our lives burned down

Streets renamed 

Sheets changed as the year capped and the hurricanes fossilized your memory

Comforts of being the way we were as love forms it's plaster casts

Honor, and gatekeepers arrive right on time as the slow drip just allows the tides of time sever your face from the catacombs as it steadily rises from it's grave.

Graveyard boys and girls drift in nightly duets on swing sets perched in moonlight

Mom and Dad the strong foundations of faith as the children syncopate the songs that escape the ironies of youth.

Flowers lay in the open caskets

The memories bottled up and aged in new skins

Toast to the friends we had

Toast the friends we always have