The usual distractions failed.
Silence creeps closer and the laughter fades
Evaporating into muffled sighs and awkward glances.

The words are on the tips of our tongues but neither will be the first to break rank.
We both know something needs to be said but the only words we can manage is "pack another bowl"
The smoke forms a wall to shut out the bad for just a few more hours,
death melts away again to laughter and nostalgia
It only seems to last minutes until our barrier dissolves and life leaks in to stifle our joke and quips.

The extended arms of family members seem cold and ignorant.
when a soft bed and warm atmosphere has become abandonment,
and love feels like a luxury i just don't deserve.

We drive each other,
hoping that if one keeps walking forward the other will follow suit...
so will everyone

"Do onto others as you would have done onto you"
If that view is the right one are any of us innocent?
He reached out his hand for one thing to grab firm to,
and we turned our backs until he was gone.
And we dare to ask what he was thinking in his last moments
And we dare to ask why we weren't there to talk with him
And we dare to ask for one more day with him

He just wanted to get clean....