Sure, the time flies
but we can too if we try.
It's only been a year
but it's been my whole **** life
and I'm thinking of all the beer,
***, cheap liquor, and wine.
And I'm thinking of all that time
spent sitting side by side,
all of us so far gone
yet matching each other's stride,
but never looking right in other's eyes.

I can still see it now,
even after adding up all these days
into months gone from our lives.
I can still see just how
the broken smoke glass always stays
lodged in my lungs and mind.
And behind me in the mirror cloud
I spy the spot where magic still plays
a major role in my daily grind.

And I'm grasping at the looking glass
just trying to figure out how to get back.