Sorry
it took me years to return to be with you. The strength of a few freindships. Maybe you can't know. Tonight I'm feeling grief, remorse. My heart feels the weight of that thing underneath the heaviest thing. Is it love? Maybe, I can't know. How am I writing, my brain is out tonight. Maybe that is how, something else is speaking. This is not for me. This is for all of you. This is for our ghosts. This may be all I can give them right now.
I forgot everything you said. I only remember images. My eyes are wet and burning and I don't want you to see. But you have to. I'm sure our conversations were great, I'm sure you were very funny. I think I remember us laughing. All of those details are for the devil. This is about something else. Maybe we will know tomorrow, when the memory is one day further from the source.