Holding Patterns

Dan and I got stoned

On my porch the day your ashes hit the river

I considered irony

I couldn't quite think of any word

B thinks I should write you a letter

That it might be better than just lashing out

So I gave it to a typewriter

And it was also ridiculous written down

I remember so much light off you

Every song held a smile for you

I often do these things like you

Laughing out the side of my face

Dancing to your old mix tapes

A sweater soft a hug goodbye

When you called us three days later

We all knew you were high

We all knew you were tired

But we thought you'd make it through the night

Every song held a smile for you

I remember so much life in you

How I never had the guts to make a move

I remember walking out on you