I Stand Beside Him as if he never turned to ash
Andrew was a true friend
Car accident had your seat belt strapping
I grieve when thinking of you
Asking God if there is a special ticket to come see you
The belief that a connection never dies after your last gasping
Every opening I'm falling through, every crease
Traffic passing as if what happened was not tragic
I say please and thank you more often because of the sadness
Tears overlapping into the bucket, while pieces of window glass are shattered

I capture the memories that will forever be
A fellowship as a received gift, abundant like piling leaves
Even winter can't compare to the inner cold you breath
Shadow of His presence beside me

A friend who is a brother
A member who became family
Within the shadowy depths of delusion
To still picture a person not here, thus, inhibit misery
Physically you're numb but emotionally you're forever bruising