We would sit on your back porch and talk the sun into setting. We talked about hard times and how the world never seemed so bright. You were so stoned you talked about your mother and how she couldn't stand to hear about your own fears. There were trees that grew inside your heart, but little did I know how much they ripped it apart. I could see every root spilling out of you, until the day you ripped it all out. I thought about the last time we spoke and how I saw nothing in your eyes. my friend, we've all got ghosts we can't seem to shake, so tell me why yours has been the hardest one to break. Rest easy now, you went out like a light, I still think about that night.