The Dates

I was just thinking right now
Of the past, of when I was young
Of when I was out, washing your car
In the big, bright, burning sun

And then to wards the night time
We’d make a special milo drink with cream
It’s funny now, because you’re not here
And to go back would be a dream

I used to love seeing you then
You’d hide coins in your car for us to keep
We did this even if your car wasn’t dirty
We’d do it at least once a week

And we’d wake you up when you were sleeping
Through the door, the monster would come
We’d jump on you, and pull your hair
It was always the greatest of fun

And then years past, I grew up, moved away
Got told lies, you didn’t want to know me
I thought it was true, I’m sorry uncle D
I hope that my regrets you’re able to see

I thought it was true what she said
I honestly believed you didn’t love me any more, I thought you hated me then
I thought you hated me from the core

And the day I knew you died, I wept
I hadn’t seen you in almost eight years
It was as if my life was on a stand still
And your death had brought back my fears

Its now been a few years, three, maybe even four
The dates don’t mean much to me any more