Lights dim, film reels, projections play All your past days shoot through the lense From moments that you'll miss to moments you can't face Lights on, film ends, cue credits So much time was lost, to worries about judgment and failure It's the egos job, to block out our awareness of our impermanence Something you've forced me to do, now your spaces fill with hydrangea To clamor or rejoice? as we're faced with your absence Here we are now with bunches of hydrangea Bloomed in different hues, your essence still around us I regret the times we spent in gray But destiny called, with grounds to start again The unforgiving slog, to mend a grieving heart