I think no matter how distant we grow no matter how far apart we go no matter the success I achieve or the length of life I live no matter the many I meet deeply fall in love with and admit You will always be here, in my heart no matter the amount of hurt. No matter the many lonesome boulevards I walk and the words I hear and those I talk even when time comes to steal these memories away, or heal the wounds and scars I pray she discerns the wounds and scars are stars pointing me due north because without the memories of our together am a lost cause which is the absolute truth, you were my radar and I can't move on for you were my bridge that despite the number of bottles I empty I just can't touch the sky; no quantity of liquor can get me high. How can I without you? you were my stairs and ladder without which my very reality is under siege… You are my jailer, and only you have the keys to set me free.