i remember the night it was supposed to snow
you called me on the phone
and we stayed up all night exchanging our thoughts as we waited for the first flake to drop
some nights i miss your voice and the times you’d call me in the middle of the night drunk at a bar just to see how i was doing
i could smell the liquor through the phone
i wish i’d let you kiss me that night but for some reason i didn’t let you
we drove all around in the night and i showed you my old house where i lived for not too long
you kept trying to make me laugh so you wouldn’t come off too strong
you told me about how your brother died
and i tried you keep you from crying
you kept grasping my fingers when silence fell in my car windows and started every sentence with my name
we went back and forth about the tragedies in our lives but didn’t play the blame game
we smoked a little bit and i parked my car not too far from where you slept
i wonder if that night is something that you kept
not with you always but from time to time
you kissed my cheek goodnight and called me the next morning
i can’t say i miss you
i wish we could’ve stayed friends
i think i should apologize
it’s always good to make amends
or maybe not
farewell urban