For a Friend Who Killed Himself


The left behind search for you at a swing set
Forgetting that there is no longer something to search for.
You've faded like the smoke from your cigarettes.

A playground littered with flowers and bitter regrets
There is no way to open this closed door.
The left behind search for you at a swing set.

Hearts are skewered on the blades of bayonets
Bleeding for the boy who deserved so much more.
You've faded like the smoke from your cigarettes.

You've left us as acrobats without our nets
As sailors deep at sea with no anchor
The left behind search for you at a swing set.

Solid beings grasp at shadows and silhouettes
Naive, although most have done this before
You've faded like the smoke from your cigarettes.

An army marches on through blood and sweat
In honor of their soldier who lost the war.
The left behind search for you at a swing set.
You've faded like the smoke from your cigarettes.

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