I can tell the little white lies.

You're a bastard.

Please be aware.

Tap my glass. Nod my chin.

I've been recounting all day the words we used to exchange, the stories you used to tell me.
Nightly carrier pigeon bringing me your carefully crafted words.

I hope your hard times become easier. I hope you know I only want good things for you. All wounds mended.
I miss you.
And I still think about you all the time.



Damn it.
I don't like it here anymore.
It stings.
I'm not making new memories.
I'm just so alone, I sit and ponder my old ones.

Bold as ____

I miss it.
Alltimes.