it starts with a text, "I'll miss you"
because he's leaving the state
invites me over, this is not a date
now closer than ever to all you wished us to be
ironic to hear you say, "I'm sorry, I was so mean"
making your sincere pleas, you feel so lowly
I assure you, I'm not angry, I'm just me
maybe winter air will bring you clarity?
when you sit alone with your beer, your guitar
you'll find peace there.
my hope for you is to let go of your anger
that your hatred won't infect you like a cancer
looking back and wondering what if...
doesn't do you justice
so keep your head high, please
and keep me in mind
because when the sky is right
and the planets are aligned
we'll see each other again
...& we'll smile.
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