And to you.
Tonight, after many a thought, after many a drink. I sat dull, on the porch after watching the stars (and they thought I was crazy). And to you, do closer things bring closure? Out into the streetlights. The lights that illuminate the underside of the weeping willow. Street signs. An exhale that only brightens you. This is all underlined by the words I know lay in the seat next to me. The seat that has no crease, hasn't been there for years. And for you, would you know this? At a moment staring out into the streetlights that to me are your eyes. To feel everything I've felt tonight, would your words still be, "Hush, it's okay." Mediocre. What I've always strived for and everything you've achieved. All anyone has achieved, that is cursed by proximity. God dammit if I didn't feel what my mother feels tonight. God dammit if I'm not my father's son. God damn the feelings I have. I don't miss you. I miss the idea of having you. I'll just keep saying it. Please let me forget.