I can't promise that I'll be the wealthiest man in the world
I can't promise that I'll be able to get you anything you want
I can't promise that there won't be times that we'll argue or be upset with each other
I can't promise that I'll be able to be with you for every second of the day
I can't promise that we'll be in love forever
But
I can promise that I'll try my hardest every single day that each one of those cants  becomes a can.

On starry nights I use to go with you to that place you loved
Where you spent countless hours doing nothing but looking
We often went star gazing together, And being you I thought that was all there was to it
But there was that one night when the meteors showed their colors
The night where your face lit up like the Christmas lights hanging around your room
It was in that moment that I became yours forever

I wasn't her first.
Or her second. Or third. But I didn't need to be. I said
"I'm no good with words", and she said
"they don't speak to me anyway.
Anyway you were the first
to run your hands down my body, stop at my chest
and ask me if it hurts". When she said yes,
I told her yes too.
To this day she says "that was the moment
I fell in love with you"

It hasn't stopped raining since the day you left.
Pouring.
I've been waiting for you to walk through that front door.
Home.
And I'd be lying if I said I've compared and mapped your every freckle to the stars in the constellations.
But there just wouldn't be enough time in the world to intake something as so beautiful.
Especially when you sailed away so long ago and left me to buoy with the tiger lilies
Until I finally sank to the bottom.
Drowned.

Hello?
Who am I?
Guess again.
Don't you recognise my voice?
No?
Why?
Well, you can hang up,
It's your choice.
But I just wanted to call
for old times sake.
You know:
Those times where we'd talk
at times we shouldn't have been awake.

Are you still there?
Can you hear me?
Oh, right.
You don't remember me.
Maybe I have the wrong number.
Well, I guess I'm sorry.

But before you let me go,
There's just one thing
I want you to know.
At the end of December,
when the mountains meet the snow.
I'll think of you, as always,
and I'll remember.
How it was me,
who once heard
your hellos.