Guess I was wrong.
“Do you want to overwrite?”
I don’t know wha
t you call that
phenomenon,
water lost to fire, all the rules had gone,
it kept me going,
it left me golden, man.
Your dad was gone,
left a long line of his correspondence,
“let me bawl”,
holding on tight to your memory, god,
it kept you going,
it left you golden, man.