Behind

Sorting through this mess

I happen on your smile

Gleaming through a photograph

Buried for some while

I'm taken by the way

The swagger captured there

Has vanished in the haze of time

And by a foolish whim I'm stricken with desire

To phone you up and tell you of my find

But as I stretch my hand

I'm reminded of the shape I'm in

From all the things you've left

Behind

Man, I hate your friends

They really bring me down

And I can tell you're not yourself

Whenever they're around

So ditch this motley crew

For all the world of me

And leave these sorry few

Behind

I hope that by some master plan

You're in the same boat that I am

Waiting at a crossing path

To seal away your life

To lock inside a sacred bond so tight

And like this photograph

The scattered thoughts of you

Are frozen in the amber of my mind

And boxes on the shelf of documents

Reminding me you

Left an empty shell

Behind