She used to like sing with me
One of the first was "My Boo"
It had a ring to it
She wanted to sing out loud
I couldn't go through it,
The hardest thing to admit
was I was going through it.
She caught me through music
the constant thing in my life
see the rhythm and beats soothed me
it brought peace to my life
she understood that, so we shared it together...
on the phone from 6 to 12
we never really noticed though
conversations were timeless
and I got stingy cuz I knew she had to go
forgetting that there was always tomorrow
Last few words were:
"I'll try to stay on but if I hang up you already know"
...[click] and there she goes
The first person that was ever there
and I never had to ask her
it was procedure
she would call me every night
but sometimes on the house phone
just cause she liked to see my sweat
especially when we had that stupid little bet
and I was invisible
see I thought she couldn't do it
but it's like it didn't faze her
first time I realized how important she really was
she completed the puzzle.
Eventually she had to go her own way,
I respected the distance
but offered my help if ever she should need it
words were never traded
new music became dull
and with the old I heard her voice
just as she would sing it.
Time passed and she came around like a boomerang
picking things up where we left them...
with promises to always be there
and also to be irreplaceable to one another.
Thing is I can't even remember why we started singing that fateful day
but what I do know is that day brought me a friend
that only death could separate me from
so no matter what comes our way,
I promise to be there if the song isn't enough to numb the pain.
What I continue to wonder though is:
am I actually being a friend,
or do I continue to push her away
with a love I can't shake?
I know sometimes I can be selfish
but in the end,
I just want to see you laugh,
see you smile,
see you living life to the fullest.
-James Desire