Evening Geese

Your new boy comes downstairs
Looking groggy
Must've blown his mind
I'm down in the living room working
On this new tune
He asks me how long I've been playing
And I want to tell him to fuck off
You and I Aislynn are no longer
It's been three weeks and two days
Our mutual friends chatter
He seems over
But if only they knew
And I miss a time when friends were nice
And didn't think of themselves
It's 3 am
and I can hear evening geese
Down by the water
I remember when we first moved in
You were all about the view of the harbor
But now that I sleep downstairs
I barely ever hear you leave your room

Where does love go when it dies?
Does it rebirth anew into kindling?
Catching fire to the next folk who shows kindness
I'll never know
And I don't mean that dramatically
But rather that I'm too tired
Too close to the end to know
I vow to observe love
From afar
Like a fashion
Or a beauty
Or photography

Because once you get too close
All is revealed
To you how painless and vain
The human condition consumes and prides itself
Like a black hole
Or a tunnel
Or a poorly lit mirror
There's no running from the honesty
Of mortality

You're not here
You're not here
You're not here
You're not here
Goodbye sweet Aislynn
Goodbye sweet Aislynn
Goodbye sweet Aislynn
Goodbye sweet Aislynn
I'll see you on the other side