How many nights was it just me and you alone in the park with nothing to do? I’d rest my head on you and held on tight on whatever group we called ours that night. If the sky dared to spit we had our warm spots, shrunk in the corner to hide from the cops. Your curves were smooth and I gripped your head. We sang all the words that couldn’t be said.
How man hours on Charles and Fayette did we spend counting change for cheap cigarettes? You were red and blue, all at the same time. At the drop of a hat, you screamed, I rhymed. So, how many songs made up this year? and how much money did we waste on beer? How do I thank you, you kept me alive. As long as I’m living your name will survive.
“Wagon Wheel” sung at the top of my lungs will never sound right without you singing along. Every minute spent on the corner by the bar was another inching closer to the fucking stars. The sound of nothing passed through shattered glass. Windows reflected a blue and red winding flash. That night left me alone and a bit insane. But you didn’t die for nothing, you didn’t die in vain.