Everything changes –
Songs we love
Days we want to live in,
Who we think of during
A slow G7 progression.
Our professions
Our possessions
What holds us and
Keeps us–
Up at night or down
In the basement
Of our feelings
The place where
These dirges emerge from,
Where nothing changes
But how much harder it is for me
To admit what I should call this.

 

title from sylvan esso, funeral singers