Dear you
I know I should be fine now
But when you’re friends for 15 years
It’s hard to get over
I guess I still see you
When I walk through parts of this house
That’s what work is isn’t it?
A form of a house?
You spend more time there than you do anywhere else
I stop sometimes and I can remember you getting so angry over the stupidest things
I remember the conversation we had
The day before you died
And I just wanted you to know
I finally got out
I’m changing cities
I won’t die in this house
I know you would be proud
Sometimes I can’t sleep
And I watch the morning
I wish I could tell you things
Tell you things for real
I just want you to know
I’m ok now
I’m ok
And even when I’m not
I’m ok
M
