If you ever asked me what my favorite song was, I would have always said Oingo Boingo - We Close Our Eyes. The reason why is not the music, the melody, not the vocals, or drums… none of the stuff I usually glob onto… no…
this is the only song where the lyrics caught me in a deeply profound way and as I sit here tonight, holding mystic to my side, gently stroking his side, kissing his kepi, annoying the fuck out of him with constant hugs… the lyrics came rushing at me like a runaway train…
I looked Death in the face last night
I saw him in a mirror
And he simply smiled
He told me not to worry
He told me just to take my time
We close our eyes and the world has turned around again
We close our eyes and dream and another year has come and gone
Mystic and I have run out of time… Death is here.. he’s waiting patiently, but he will not wait for long. It is beyond time to worry, there is no more time to take.
For years and years, I never wasted a single moment to tell him I loved him, to hug him, to hold him. it never became routine, it never felt perfunctory, it never felt rote… it was always from the heart, it was always fresh, it always felt new. But night after night, we closed our eyes, him asleep on my chest, or curled up spooned in my arms… and another year came and went.
And another… and another.. and before I knew it, he was turning 21 and I was old, bald, fat, and still so happy to get to hug and hold him.
But there will not be another year, there will not be another hannukah, or birthday, or halloween where we dress up and he gets to chase little cat toy pumpkins around… those days are over… there are just hours now…
Only hours. I closed my eyes… and the world turned again… and there was simply no way to stop it…