Years After, I Have Buried You

I tasted leaves the season of aged skin Below me was the ground gray in pieces   At George Akens I saw us sittin in a dull orange booth sippin long cool drinks and eatin chicken down to the bone and talkin about the springs when we went fishin in the close past we could only partly see us and the thing we were to leave with in our dusty boxes   I clung to the memory as we have a parent when we were young and afraid to let go and be brave   Around me were people blurred as ghosts those at your grave I saw through the rain