It's been a year since we've talked.
I've always had **** luck come July.
This year, though, everything is new.
The people the places
The conversions the food.
This time, I know you won't call from across the universe.
But I have to believe the night sky is more than this static echoing back my own fears.
I know you would answer if I rang.
I know you'd smile and smile
Maybe laugh and ask how I've been all this while.
Well. I've been busy.