been thinking about you, piano man.
I would stay up to talk to you,
four timezones away,
so late that the dusk would
kiss
the dawns light.
I'm trying to let it go though,
all those "what would of been" thoughts.
I had my closure.
But even though it's been
three years,
I still remember the ocean breeze
on your lips.
Awkward and innocent.
Like you used to be.
Now you're all walls
and no doors.
And although I know there's no,
"maybe one day,"
you'll live in the capillaries in my body,
in the scars I showed you first.