So, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, I really do. I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight. I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking. I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life. I hope there’s a kite in your hand that’s flying all the way up to Orion and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth. Cause I might be naked and lonely, shaking branches for bones, but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat. And I wish you were here. I wish you’d never left.