i tried to write you a letter
once
but was unsure of the address for the heavens where you shine
not "Heaven"
per say
but the stars that gained your carbon as you selflessly gave it away
turns out celestial bodies aren't listed in the yellowpages
i tried sending you smoke signals
twice
but the message was so **** long
and it read more like a song
and you never much liked my lyrics anyway
i moved on to morse code
spent night after night lying on my back with a flashlight
dripping ceasless patterns of dots and dashes into that murky blue puddle of midnight sky
as if maybe you'd reply
with a simple "hush"
and a shyly sigh
it finally dawned on me that you probably couldn't decode it
that your parents probably never made you learn
i cursed them for not teaching you how best to reach me
now
i'm getting older
and colder
and alot less wide-eyed and hopeful
now
i just hope you can hear me speak
the click in the back of my throat that comes with trying not to cry
the sincerity in my 'love you's
and my 'miss you's
and in my uncensored ungaurded love that i ash onto your headstone from the end of my pregnant joints
now
i just hope you can taste the beers i bring to share with you
as i'm rambling along the rails of my de-railing train of thought
and ripping through that sixer i brought
you and your cheap taste in beer
i hide the bottle caps in those little metal vases that your mom keeps filled with florist foam
and different colored silk lillies
they always look so nice
now
i just hope you can read me
better than you ever could before
i hope you've decoded the lines in my palms
and the ***** of my feet
and the cracks in my nicotine teeth
as i'm smiling wildly at the earth that keeps your ashes safe
close to her breaking heart
i hope you can read the quotation atop your grave
i'd have never imagined that the one permanent thing i could ever give you
was the last line
of the last text
that i'd ever send your way
i meant it back then
but now
it means so much more
"sleep sweetly, philly, you will never be forgotten"
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
i tried to write you a letter
once
but was unsure of the address for the heavens where you shine
not "Heaven"
per say
but the stars that gained your carbon as you selflessly gave it away
turns out celestial bodies aren't listed in the yellowpages
i tried sending you smoke signals
twice
but the message was so **** long
and it read more like a song
and you never much liked my lyrics anyway
i moved on to morse code
spent night after night lying on my back with a flashlight
dripping ceasless patterns of dots and dashes into that murky blue puddle of midnight sky
as if maybe you'd reply
with a simple "hush"
and a shyly sigh
it finally dawned on me that you probably couldn't decode it
that your parents probably never made you learn
i cursed them for not teaching you how best to reach me
now
i'm getting older
and colder
and alot less wide-eyed and hopeful
now
i just hope you can hear me speak
the click in the back of my throat that comes with trying not to cry
the sincerity in my 'love you's
and my 'miss you's
and in my uncensored ungaurded love that i ash onto your headstone from the end of my pregnant joints
now
i just hope you can taste the beers i bring to share with you
as i'm rambling along the rails of my de-railing train of thought
and ripping through that sixer i brought
you and your cheap taste in beer
i hide the bottle caps in those little metal vases that your mom keeps filled with florist foam
and different colored silk lillies
they always look so nice
now
i just hope you can read me
better than you ever could before
i hope you've decoded the lines in my palms
and the ***** of my feet
and the cracks in my nicotine teeth
as i'm smiling wildly at the earth that keeps your ashes safe
close to her breaking heart
i hope you can read the quotation atop your grave
i'd have never imagined that the one permanent thing i could ever give you
was the last line
of the last text
that i'd ever send your way
i meant it back then
but now
it means so much more
"sleep sweetly, philly, you will never be forgotten"
philpot for prez, '012. eiiigghhhh-oh!
