You are not here with me now, Wayne.
Though you try to pretend to be –
Sending glimpses of your eyes
Cold and blue like the sea churning in a storm.
Why aren’t you here anymore, Wayne?
Your head too full of worry?
Your mind too heavy with sadness?
Your gun too full of bullets?
If only you were here now, Wayne..
To see what we’ve become,
To see what you’ve changed –
He could tolerate you now.