Like the swirls in a Van Gogh
No rhyme or reason
But in those moments it all made sense
Dark, hazy blues
Glimmers of moonlight
It was all I needed to get me through
It took just those 96 days to forget
96 days to let him go
96 days to break free
Everything happens for a reason
I see all of mine in those swirls
In those conversations
In the flecks of hope
In those 96 days