i miss you, chris
it's true: though I know
I have no right to miss you
because it's my fault
we're no longer friends
how can i make amends
-when so much time has passed-
miss vervain, i miss you
though I have no right to
I miss our magical walks
I miss your inspiring talks
i miss your spirit
your magic, your tragic
greek tales,
those stories of el salvedor
miss vervain, you know I adore
you and your stories
your strange and beautiful tales
you'd never fail
to make me feel something
you'd never fail
to make me feel something
'what an unlikely pair we are!'
you'd sometimes say
and I would think it too
me: a young misfit girl
you: an ageing mystic artist
a silver haired woman of knowledge
so out of this world
i miss you chris
though I have absolutely
no right to miss you
I mean I could always just write you
why is it so hard for me
to try to reconnect
to you and to all the others too
to you and to all the others too
the friends I left behind
that winter I lost my mind.
...I don't know....
I miss you, Chris
I hope you're reading this
(though I know you aren't)
