There we were, still and living for the dead

It has been 27 years today. I think you are still watching me.
Sometimes I feel like you kick me conscious
When I drift off lost in nonsense thoughts
Something new happened yesterday
I remembered new occasions of us embraced in music, new songs, together
We should have done so more, but it would have been difficult
To get either one of us in front of the crowning attire, though you still managed

I do not regret not finishing that painting. I do not know if I still have it
I should have followed your lead on that painting, and not played out my vision
I remember you starting to dance when the police lights tried to intimidate us
You were not scared for a second. I remember being protective of you, in the other days.

I also remember that time we reported a gun in a waffle house, we got the girls out
What was it you did? Did you go after him in the bathroom?
Were you looking for the gun? I cannot remember. I know you played a pivotal role
Just as you did in all our lives, just as you still do. You know, I am going to be really mad
When I die if you are not there waiting on me. You better be there, but I hope you are here now.