I know you’ve cried about it and even from this distance I’ve caught every single tear. I feel you tossing & turning in my head on nights you can’t catch sleep. We share afternoon and midnight thoughts. I am that distraction when you’re dazed from the present moment. That’s still me. I’ve sensed your confusion, your fuel from sadness and your frustration from undeserving happiness. I’ve learned to follow your anger to a place so deep in your heart, even you forgot how to get there. I just remember the way. Its the same way we took to mine.