Two days, and it still hasn’t clicked that you’re not here yet

Three days, and goodbye dates have already been set

Four days and I’m halfway between lost and gone;

And it’s not like denial will bring you back

Yet I refuse to admit

Five and life crawls to a stop

Falls into a drawl

God’s got some ‘splanin’ to do for letting you fall

Six days and I wake up from slumber to witness the ignobility of it all

Day seven’s the funeral,

Ask again

Ask again for him to explain it all

God’s got some ‘splanin’ to do for letting you fall

Time is a helluva drug to make you forgetful but not let you forget

It’s been a year, and all those that were close to you,

We breathe your sorrow, your regret

It’s laughable that it’s time itself that won’t let me forget

I blame it for everything

If there weren’t this thing we call “ending”

You’d still be by my side,

It’s been too long, and even now its in your memory I return to hide

It's in my memory of you that I return to find,

The how, the what, and the why’s of

Why so often that we never get to say our goodbyes

Its been 10 seconds in my heart since the day you died

God’s got some ‘splanin’ to do for not giving us more time.

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke