here you go, one more dead letter
I was sitting in a Chicago bar and I happened to sit next to a man named Elliot. He said he had learned two things in his life, but would only tell me one. He asked "Pick one."
I said,"tell me number one"
He said, "Never let go to anything that means any bit of worth to you"
I walked out of the bar, like a fool, and went to catch a cab on South street. I whistled and got in #47 and told the driver to take me to the Park down on Fairmount Avenue. He dropped me off, I left the $2.47 I owed him. The park, desolate as ever, was just the same as I had left it as a teenager or 17. It had only been 3 years, but a lot had changed in those three years. I had stopped my music, fallen out of love, and drowned my tears in a bottle. if my life was a movie, this would be the park where the sloaw acoustic lamentful song began to play as I sifted through memories of walking through these branches as a child, and falling in love her. I thought of that man at the bar, Elliot..."DAMN HIM!" I screamed.
He was right, I let go, I never should have, she just needed space, and I just gave up hope and turned the tables. I now knew why I had left this place three years ago. I had nothing but bad memories here, but worse where I had gone, for as far as I was concerned, I had been to hell and back. Then, I looked at a plaque that had been placed in the park since I had been there. It read:
"Never let go of anything that means any bit of worth to you...Elliot Work
Never regret what you have done in the past, reconciliation is safety...Elliot Work"
I guess, I shouldn't have left, I guess I have a habit of leaving..I left this town, I left the bar, I left music, I left the girl. Now it's time for me to leave this pathetic state I am in. That day I went to her house, she didn't recognize me, I kissed her right there, and now I know that she wasn't the same girl, so when you look up a name in the phonebook, make sure it's the one you know.
I said,"tell me number one"
He said, "Never let go to anything that means any bit of worth to you"
I walked out of the bar, like a fool, and went to catch a cab on South street. I whistled and got in #47 and told the driver to take me to the Park down on Fairmount Avenue. He dropped me off, I left the $2.47 I owed him. The park, desolate as ever, was just the same as I had left it as a teenager or 17. It had only been 3 years, but a lot had changed in those three years. I had stopped my music, fallen out of love, and drowned my tears in a bottle. if my life was a movie, this would be the park where the sloaw acoustic lamentful song began to play as I sifted through memories of walking through these branches as a child, and falling in love her. I thought of that man at the bar, Elliot..."DAMN HIM!" I screamed.
He was right, I let go, I never should have, she just needed space, and I just gave up hope and turned the tables. I now knew why I had left this place three years ago. I had nothing but bad memories here, but worse where I had gone, for as far as I was concerned, I had been to hell and back. Then, I looked at a plaque that had been placed in the park since I had been there. It read:
"Never let go of anything that means any bit of worth to you...Elliot Work
Never regret what you have done in the past, reconciliation is safety...Elliot Work"
I guess, I shouldn't have left, I guess I have a habit of leaving..I left this town, I left the bar, I left music, I left the girl. Now it's time for me to leave this pathetic state I am in. That day I went to her house, she didn't recognize me, I kissed her right there, and now I know that she wasn't the same girl, so when you look up a name in the phonebook, make sure it's the one you know.