Daylight

Do I miss them for their wisdom 
or because they're dead?

Is it the idea of remembering someone?

Or the fact that you can think them up to be whatever you want 

no body to dispute it

For the dead will be dead

Whether they are alive or not

Doesn't matter

No memory serves well

No way to confirm eccentricities or idiosyncrasies 

It didn't matter to me when they were alive

So why do i care now?

What do i bring to the feast of sorrow?

When did I ever give a shit about him?

I don't care about what is alive

What he has left after him

My behaviour says 

"it's all all dead"

So why do i catch myself thinking back to him?

I hope you never find yourself waiting for the sun to rise

For it would be the longest night you'll spend