We were ride or die and I was fine with being high
All the time, or at least most of the time
"how are you honey? I love you, I miss you, I need you I want you"
yeah, I'm doing fine all right. Is that alright?
Alright. That's right.
I re-read your letter -
I remember that life
From a time so distant
so long ago - sticks and stones - rest in peace
or pieces - of me, wrapped gently in tissue
in a dream - I reach out and kiss you
