10PM

Called you at ten Just to check in and wish you, My love, happy birthday. And I know that it's late and you're out With your friends. Does twenty-three feel any different? Then I hear you get quiet, then I hear You lean in. You look like your dad, but you sound like A kid. And you said you were tired, Still you throw me a quip. Say the candles still beat the alternative. We're getting so old. Caught my eyes in the action of sinking into Their sockets Again. Called you at ten Just to check in. You said, "I'll be late, so go on to Bed." And our hair had gone gray and our Memories thin. So I wasn't surprised to find you like this. So I straightened you out and I drew the Curtains and kissed you goodbye in the Ambulance. In the glow of the night, I leaned down To your bed To ask, "Does it feel any different?" We're getting so old. Caught my eyes in the action of sinking into Their sockets Again. We're getting so old. Caught my eyes in the action of sinking into Their sockets Again. Goodbye to the birds and the Bees and the trees in your truck and the Way that you lift with your knees. And goodbye to your rockets, the king of the Sky. How we lit them off quick just to Watch the things fly. And goodbye to the times that we sat on Your porch smoking weed in the spring, The sun in a scorch. And goodbye to your eyes and the way that Ours met. Now they're probably glued to the Back of your head. And Goodbye