Long December
It's been a…
Long December, and there's reason to believe
That maybe life goes on despite what's gone for good.
I still remember the last things that they said
And I doubt that I'd forget it if I could.
And it's one more day now without Calvin
And it's one more day that's lacking Hobbes
The morning paper seems so empty
What rhymes with Hobbes?
The smell of yellowed paper
And the best escape from all the myriad of duties that you shirk
All of a sudden, your eyes scroll down the page
To see the way light passes through Watterson's work.
And it's one more day now without Calvin
And it's one night you lie awake
You think life may not be worth living
For living's sake
Drove down the highway some time after two a.m
And though a little while about the past
I guess without them the world seems a little darker
Existence is a little starker now without its brightest marker
It's been a long December, and there's reason to believe
That maybe this year will be better than the last
Memories and relics are now all that remain
From that proud era and the days go by so fast.
And it's one more day now without Calvin
And it's one more day in Hollywood
It's been a while since I read 'Foxtrot'…
I guess I should.