R.I.P.
Two days before the year marker for Jacob. I can't believe it has been a year.
"Time Holds No Love For The Lost"
A memory does not last forever, I fear the day when yours fades away,
I look at your pictures, the two I have each day.
A serious look, a look of concentration,
I wonder how bad things got for you to take your life, what contemplation?
I have danced with death, I know the appeal,
I still wish to know you, a little more time for you on this earth I wish to steal.
Did you give up on yourself or others in the end?
What lies did your demons whisper to you to get your life to spend?
I dream of you often, and each time I wish I did not have to wake,
I see us sitting on those stones overlooking Vancouver Lake.
You weave stories so descriptive just as you did in life,
I awake crying sometimes, chest heaving with strife.
I remember what you looked like when last we met, I always try to think of that guy, not the one of our teenage years that my mind seems set.
Its just easier to see you as your teenage self,
the pictures I have try to knock the memory of who you became off the shelf.
In your teenage years before the sickness had taken hold,
before we grew apart, bitter and cold.
I cherish those days and often wish I could relive them over and over until my last,
sometimes the future can't hold a candle to the past.
You are never far from waking thoughts in my head,
the times we had, the things we did, the things you said.
Time holds no love for the lost,
but to have you back again, I would pay any cost.
Under penalty of death, I would lay down my very life if it meant I could see you one last time. Such a powerful memory this would make on to the ends of the universe it would shine.
"Time Holds No Love For The Lost"
A memory does not last forever, I fear the day when yours fades away,
I look at your pictures, the two I have each day.
A serious look, a look of concentration,
I wonder how bad things got for you to take your life, what contemplation?
I have danced with death, I know the appeal,
I still wish to know you, a little more time for you on this earth I wish to steal.
Did you give up on yourself or others in the end?
What lies did your demons whisper to you to get your life to spend?
I dream of you often, and each time I wish I did not have to wake,
I see us sitting on those stones overlooking Vancouver Lake.
You weave stories so descriptive just as you did in life,
I awake crying sometimes, chest heaving with strife.
I remember what you looked like when last we met, I always try to think of that guy, not the one of our teenage years that my mind seems set.
Its just easier to see you as your teenage self,
the pictures I have try to knock the memory of who you became off the shelf.
In your teenage years before the sickness had taken hold,
before we grew apart, bitter and cold.
I cherish those days and often wish I could relive them over and over until my last,
sometimes the future can't hold a candle to the past.
You are never far from waking thoughts in my head,
the times we had, the things we did, the things you said.
Time holds no love for the lost,
but to have you back again, I would pay any cost.
Under penalty of death, I would lay down my very life if it meant I could see you one last time. Such a powerful memory this would make on to the ends of the universe it would shine.