I've seen dreams fail
or fly
I've seen her face fall
or smile
Every time I hear that song
or go anywhere
it's where we've been
I've been everywhere with her
or just here
you've been here
I can almost smell it
but that was months ago
I'm just so ******* tired
so *******
lonesome
I can't make music anymore
I can't play guitar
I won't touch a piano
the only thing I'm motivated to do
Is write these poems
because it's something new
I want to write these poems
for you
because writing songs
is your gift for others
and for yourself
I miss it so ******* much
so Brianna,
this is for you.
If you ever happen upon this
this is for all the times we
listened to Kanye in your car
smoked a cigarette; a life
smiled
jumped
driven
hoped
this is for hoping
you'll come back
just long enough for me to tell you
that I'm ******* sorry
and I will always be your friend
always
even if you don't want it
even if I don't see you for years
I've seen your face fall
or fly
and I've seen your fingers fly
over the keys
over the frets
around a cigarette
I miss it.