Rite of Passage

Feasting eyes on wreckage that surrounds me Makes me wonder if I ever learned to live I have such little recognition Of what I was when I could still see your face The many flaws of my own admission A void supreme, I can't pull away This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I finally know One question to ask of you Did part of me die while watching you go? In the soul, the frailty is seated Gnawing doubts that I ever learned to live Look upon the days since you've departed My grand accounting of errances made This ache, incessant once it started As I espouse a meditation on decay This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I finally know One question to ask of you Did part of me die while watching you go? This rite of passage It took all of these years, but now I'm finally shown The cavity that grows within Vacant space that was left a lifetime ago Not fully alive Just a shadow to be Will I be revived? Or transfixed in between --- Rite Of Passage - Pallbearer