There I go again, getting coffee grounds in my tea 'cause I was wondering about you again. It's already the third time this week. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that you cross my mind at the strangest times and I don't know why.
I mean, all you did was make me smile a few times before I left. It's not like you fought away the angels, 'cause you were one, but I guess in a way you did. You never did take my hand until right before I ran.
And you never could keep your promises, but you made one hell of an almost lover. So when you shot your own star out of the sky I hope you know I watched from miles away wishing you'd be okay.
*In Memory of Jared Smith
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