Two Years Gone

[schizoplatypus]

I am two years gone
Three years sorry
Four years strange
And five years dead.

I am soft
I am sharp
I am weak
I am strong
But I am nothing
But rain
And shadows.

You tell me
All of the things
That make me laugh
Like rain on tin roofs
And I feel alive
The sun shines
Through clouds.

But I am still
Two years gone
Three years sorry
Four years strange
And five years dead.