Old friends, I apologize
Your specters have settled
In the wrinkles of my hands

I'm in an empty room with 5 letters
I'll make things better
I'll send them to your souls in good weather

H: The West calls. You should go. Your hair is growing fast. Everyone knows about your whispers and I cannot stand your love being for creation's play. I'm sorry you never got your way but the Rockies will calm your seas if you let them.

T: Thanks for trying to be someone else for me. I hope you don't regret our rolls around the floor. Or nights on benches. Or the time tears fell onto my lips from melancholy bliss. I'm sorry I could never be caught in your light. I hope you learned to fall asleep easy, and make sure to tell the next girl that your heart is as tender as a peach.

Y: I'm sorry that I couldn't trust a mind that shines in headlights. I know that if you swim backwards you drown and I do want to say, in the past two years I have been caught in a constant backstroke. I replay my lost memory of you in a corner and myself in a stupor. I'm sorry that I tried to make an enemy of your differences.

C: Sorry I wrote our fairy tale without your permission. That's all I really have to say.

J: You met me in isolated pieces. You put me together to reveal a little girl in a costume of what she wants to be. Your disinterest became a lead blanket. Your retracted friendship left me with empty palms up, and no one has tried to fill them since our lost October. Light the candles, Say a prayer