it was a very bad year

you never wanted me there
you never wanted me to go back
still you always grabbed my hand
to try to tell me that you worried

in that cold damp basement
filled with dried vomit
candle wax and bad ideas
you could never find a way

there was small comfort
knowing i would not see you around
never wrapped in anothers arms
or crying because you werent

(abandonded so very long ago
sitting here in my way
a feeling that was lost in time
but may come back around)