Memories and Sometimes You

As memories slide softly through the sand,
And, fluttery as butterflies, won't seem to stay in hand,
I clasp your frigid hand in mine, completely, truly, and,
I say "it's time to pay the piper, and it's time to join the band."

We walk along a road that doesn't ever seem to end,
And it always seems the edge is just around the bend,
You'll have left me in the morning, as that seems to be the trend,
But scars will heal, wounds will leave, and tragedies will mend.

Eating oranges, sometimes you would even eat the rind,
It seems that fragment latched on somewhere deep inside my mind,
And though you've left, you've also left that memory behind,
I think that though you're gone, it's always there for me to find.

We sat so sweetly on the surface of the deep, dark, pond,
Staring down into it, wondering what things lay beyond,
I watched you watch, and thought of how much i was fond,
Of thoughts that twisted deep beneath your pretty hair of blonde.

And though i walk forever through the empty, changing, sand,
I only think of you, how you'd have given me your hand,
So even though you're dead and gone, I'll always love you, and,
I'll say "its time to pay the piper and it's time to leave the band."