Dec 2013
Nick, I am a bit drowsy.
But hey, listen.
When that day comes
your hair finally gone,
or the remaining strands turned grey
or white and wiry,
when that day comes,
I want you to know
that I will still love you.
Always remember that.
But hey, listen.
When that day comes
your hair finally gone,
or the remaining strands turned grey
or white and wiry,
when that day comes,
I want you to know
that I will still love you.
Always remember that.
To Nick, the scent of rain on dry Earth;
and to every single thing we are, we were and can ever and will be.
and to every single thing we are, we were and can ever and will be.
