Sublime.

I've been praying for these to be the words
To bring you back to life
No verb, no sound, gives you justice
There is nothing I can write

But maybe a few more lines will spill out
Maybe I can make it speak
Of your jacket, your car, the way you are
The one night of sleep

I want to remember your voice
The way you opened doors
You walked right through
Nothing stopped you
And now it's all gone
I want to see your eyes again
Your smile woke me everyday
Our whispers, the liquor
I always miss it
When the Sublime vinyl plays

I cannot bring you back to life
With every ink stain
Nothing compares to your soul, your being
I can't write away this pain.