Yes I’ve been far away from this small town. There was a time capsule buried here but the map’s been lost somehow. The pirates are still plotting, but I’m not sure if I’m there. The religion got some thicker in that smokey mountain air. 
  
You aimed that bottle up to your temple, a joke unfunny to us, 
And a joke we remembered then as we spoke about your loss. 
A shell of you recalls tales of breaking and broken hearts. 
Not sure I recognize you but I recognize your parts. 
  
Then a shape in the corner’v my eye set me on a double take. The darkness then came over my breath, and the daylight colors changed. 
Once I needed an apology from you but I was happy with the sigh, 
You gave like deep and time-stopped the last words before goodbye. 
  
It’s getting late now boy. Its been too late for that. 
The breadcrumbs all been eaten up and the 
kudzu’s grown over the path.  That certain smell known all too well and former times reminded. 
Then pour the images through my eyes like they say before dying.