I Stand Beside Him

I Stand Beside Him as if he never turned to ash Andrew was a true friend Car accident had your seat belt strapping I grieve when thinking of you Asking God if there is a special ticket to come see you The belief that a connection never dies after your last gasping Every opening I'm falling through, every crease Traffic passing as if what happened was not tragic I say please and thank you more often because of the sadness Tears overlapping into the bucket, while pieces of window glass are shattered I capture the memories that will forever be A fellowship as a received gift, abundant like piling leaves Even winter can't compare to the inner cold you breath Shadow of His presence beside me A friend who is a brother A member who became family Within the shadowy depths of delusion To still picture a person not here, thus, inhibit misery Physically you're numb but emotionally you're forever bruising