You’re a part-time lover
and a full-time friend
(Oh where are you!!)
I’ve got a ton of readings and the calling job is driving me up the bloody wall, but I’d have to say,
that I miss our reckless weekends of sheer hedonism.
Dancing the nights away and boozing ourselves into a frenzy.
Growing up is hard to do.
The only thing that’s even harder is being justtttt a coupla hundred-thousand miles too far away from my best girls.
That’s the only thing this city is missing.
I miss my girls, and how the most raucous chatter and the most comfortable silence didn’t seem to be any different from each other.