My dreams died along with you,
they did, I tell you,
It was as simple as that,
and when we buried you on a rainy Tuesday,
I forgot the order of all the days of the week,
since I was no longer counting up,
I figured why count at all,
It was as simple as that,
it was
and sometimes when I go to the cemetery with my lawn chair,
I think of how much better going coast to coast on butter toast was,
with you anyway
and when it rains,
I think of you wet in the ground,
and how I wish I could dig you out so we could dream together,
as we had done so many days before,
but we cannot,
you are there,
and I am here,
I suppose
It was as simple as all that,
that it was
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