graying - Hikes, Atlys

Heard they threw a party for you

Even filled up balloons in your arteries

To keep you from being a memory

Ma colored her hair

But I could hear her feet

Spinning the plastic wheel of a cold IV

Just graying

Just aging

Do you remember when you told me

«someday I would miss the small things?»

Some days come too soon

Would you miss all you wanted to see in me?

Watched you giving up on Christmas

Kept filling a glass

As an effigy

You had meant to outlast

And pass down to me

So Ma colored her world

In your reveries

Like watered down ideals

Bleeding entropy

Are we waiting?

Am I waiting?

Do you remember when you told me'

«I could be anything I want to?»

I wanted to be you