I can't write you. and
wanted to say hi tonight.
Also to go sit outside.
It'd be a beautiful night to drive over near the Atlantic.
And grab good coffee and smoke some smokes.
I know you hate them, as do I. I'm just about ready to kick.
It's about the only time I still like to smoke,
the night.
Like tonight.
With an outdoor table at a good bar
and a good drink.
Your hand on my arm as we walk
down the street. It doesn't matter if it is here
or in that little park off Winthrop and JFK.
oh yes, I remember that...
And I won't forget! Each and every time I go back there,
I sit on that bench. It breathes me full. The thought
of you in continuation, of doing what you want for who
you can.
I've spent a lot of time publicly slurring my own demons around.
On bar stools and behind wheels. A shrink would've been
cheaper in the long run. But, I'm glad for the memories.
Now I just spend a lot of time, one day at a time.
In preperation for tomorrow. And enjoying tonight.
I've decided to go out and lie on the front lawn.
It's starry out and kinda cold, I should grab a jacket.
I hope you do the same.
Good luck, and sleep well.
-sean
