march 15th has come and passed again.
with an empty glass and an aching heart.
but this year it went smoother.
and this year i only remembered a few times.
and this year the sun was brighter and the air was crisper.
this year it went smoother.

and i turned around to watch my shadow walk out your door.
and i can still sometimes breath you in.
and i can still sometimes hear that promise.
but watching my shadow leave was it.
that was it.
this is it.