I'm having trouble sleeping tonight
Although it's technically morning
And I know that if we still spoke,
I would be calling you up right about now.

It is times like these, small moments
Alone in the dark with the patter of
Rain droplets and the smell of wet earth,
Faint sounds of cars passing, going.

Times like these that I feel alone
And think of you and how we took
What we had for granted and how
I miss our friendship but I shouldn't.

If we still understood one another,
If we were both aligned like we once were,
I'd call you up, to hear your deep voice
Despite the sound of his in my ear,

Saying "I've missed you, I like you,
I'm crazy about you."
And I would ask, "How are you really doing?
What did you think about today?

Where does the sun really go when it turns dark?
Are you afraid? What do you long for?
How many inches in a mile?
What's your fondest memory?"

I would tell you I wanted to stay up until dawn
To talk with you, to listen to you.
And I wouldn't be disinhibited by drinks, no.
I would be sober and loving and kind and sorry.

But we do not speak the same language anymore,
We do not speak at all.
You are a memory, the time spent with you blurs
Into one collaborative thought and then you're gone.

I think you're awake right now.
Either at home in the dark by yourself
Or with friends talking about concepts
Bigger than you or I could ever be

And maybe, at 2 o'clock this rainy Sunday morning,
A blurred thought of me passes through your mind
And you feel a wave of all emotions, like I do now.
And you think of me, and nothing is wrong.