You promised you’d write me When you reached California The first letters were filled With joy of exploration of new Places the sights and sounds Of the west coast sunshine As time went on the letters Dwindled to a couple of lines About how the kids out there Were more fun the party with Than the girls from St. Francis The last letter I got was a mess Incoherent rambling from a zip I didn’t recognize but the smell Of booze a cocaine nose bleed Told me you’d drifted far away From that girl in pleated skirts Knee high socks dreaming big Of going west to be a movie star Me with my small dreams stayed Home writing these letters to you Hoping one day you’d come home Now I write letters I’ll never send Filled with hopes that you’ll stay Alive instead of burning out like A falling star that never actually A star just misplaced wishes
So sad when paths diverge…
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There’s always the question of should you follow and would the person want you to?
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One answer is if you are questioning it the answers are probably no 😦
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Well the answer is always no if you don’t try; the only way to find out for certain is to follow through, otherwise you’re always left with the question.
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We will have to agree to disagree on this one, T.
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It’s aspirational. If someone walks it’s usually for a reason.
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This is tragic. It’s hard to accept when people part ways not only physically but emotionally. Another’s Downfall can’t be stopped. They have to find their own way. Beautiful writing. 🙂
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Thank you
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