Goodbyes and Other Assorted Love Songs

When the sun comes up tomorrow, I know this night’s decision’s will weigh heavy upon my aching mind. But some turkeys are wild and need free ranging land to subjugate.

Indeed.

I miss you. You know who you are, I miss your breath and you breathing. Your smile and you smiling. You are without peer and forever matchless. Time and distance are the same thing. I think I tried to explain it to you one cool night and you didn’t quite get what I was getting at. I don’t blame you. It was a complicated subject for one so drunk to discuss. In the end, it all comes down to missing you. You have pretty eyes, and an easy conversation. Sometimes that conversation is words over drinks, sometimes it’s looks over breakfast, but others it was in sacred sweaty congress of all that I claim human in myself. More than any other you can claim to know me.

We are beings in flux, so you may say you know me better than any other. Because you do. I am not the one that married a long tall blond years ago, or the one that sweat and bled and died (a little) on the gilded plains of Illium. You can never know that person, but you can hear his words when I talk. You can see his thoughts when I play my instrument. Or when I stare far away and try to talk about it and not talk about it. I told you more than I ever told another. It ached and bled to tell you. But you should know. You should know that I have not always been a good person.

But you also see through my bullshit. You could see through my hardened set jaw stoicism. You saw through the random passionately held opinions I made up on the spot. My indisguisable shade of twilight.

You left yourself all around me. Long blond hairs and an ache at your parting.

We knew it was just for this summer.

But what a summer.