Aleksander

Upon my golden postcard mountain
I couldn’t make it to your funeral
You didn’t care if your days were wasted
Leaving your body and those days to waste

Inside my shiny postcard snow globe
I fell in love with every falling flake
I didn’t care for the days we wasted
A blissful blinding of the summer dust

Aleksander, I feel sorry ‘bout my fallacy
But you taught me all about serenity
And for a moment there
It felt like God filled every hole in me
Like I felt free
Aleksander, are you free now?