Hello, dear friend,
I am writing to you tonight rather than speaking
Because goodbyes are too hard,
And I know you’re already gone.
I’ll be crying on the bathroom floor,
11:00 PM with the lights dimmed low
Salty tears mixing with lukewarm water,
Creating a vile concoction of depravity and hopelessness,
all in the night’s damp air.
I won’t be able to drive those same damn roads
Look out the window and see the golden rods of sun,
Grazing over the hills and the ponds
And look miles away at the city skyline
As small as the head of a pin.
When that song comes on,
The one that we’d dance to late in the night
With wrinkled t shirts and messy hair,
I’ll forget where I am and only focus
On exactly where I was with you
When we smiled.
I won’t be able to look at your photographs
The ones you took of me standing ankle deep
In a mound of beach sand
Staring off at the waves and the diving seagull in the ocean.
It’ll hurt to know I may be
A passing memory, a hazing image
That you can sometimes conjure up
But won’t be able to fully remember.
After all, it’ll be so long before we meet again.
So before you go,
Hold me a little longer,
Whisper to me a bit more,
And love me, friend,
A bit harder.