adrift in the sun dust rays
your hair smelled of yesterday
there may be less of me
but there was always more of you
slept through the Wednesday play
dreamt I was mad and sane
I've never done enough
but I've surprised and we've survived
we're every second of our age
a tangled skein of DNA
we lie awake and face away
from all the things we had to say
now I am one of you
failing at something new
we never laughed enough
or lived enough or loved enough