Who We Were

I walk into the dim room slow
to all the beautiful people I know
in tears for years that helped us grow
into who we are.

Someone take a picture of us all
standing here together tall
I can frame it and hang it on my wall
so I can remember who we were.

I hate farewells, the final scene
one arm around each shoulder, we lean
into the past which will become a dream
that fuzzes up who we were.

Let's go have that beer tonight
and toast putting up a damn good fight
against the inevitable goodbye bite
that slowly eats at who we were.

All in the family, not just friends
grateful for the time life lends
for memories that will fade when new life begins
but so will pain of breaking who we were.

I can imagine ten years from here
when I'm staring at the picture, drinking a beer
a smile will come instead of a tear
as I remember who we were.