A Box On The Calendar

When I’m just a box on the calendar

Your light will fade to blue

When I’m just a box on the calendar

You’ll regret what I did for you

When I’m just a box on the calendar

My name will catch in your throat

You’ll search for solace in photos of me

And the poetry I wrote

It’s hard to say which of us is held tighter by helplessness

One of us with so much to say, the other so much to miss

Soon the box will disappear, as time continues on

You’ll pass the day the casket lowered

The day that I was gone

When I’m just a box on the calendar

I’ll still be like the wind-

Loosely in your presence,

Impossible to pin

When I’m just a box on the calendar

You’ll wish the time had stayed

When I’m just a box on the calendar

You’ll wish the debt was paid.