If it had been been me, I’d have made you crazy.

I’d sit in front of fires and cry my guts out for those I had loved and fucked up. Those who have gotten close, but I’ve managed to toss by the way side, and somehow I still convince myself it was them.

I saved you from that.

I didn’t kiss you, and you didn’t kiss me. We rode three hours home though, and we talked. But I was dreaming unrealistic hope when I brought you muffins and thought you’d be excited to see me again.

But you tell me I’m the one who messed it all up.

Like the night I asked you to your second concert, but you backed out last minute and sent me a picture of the wings to a plane as you flew across the world.

But I really did mess it all up. I honestly did my part. Playing the game of check mate.

And now I’m a plastic piece of trash in the delete bin. Fuck me, trash bin, begin again, 100% sin…

But, count your blessings.

Same kind of blue.
My dear descending Dad.
I am You. You are Me.

As you reach to throw
My mind is with the birds-
Motion of the waves-
My little boy—

I am behind the camera.
Or somewhere behind my wall.

I had a good time seeing you.
It’s always nice to remember our life.

As I go to leave
Standing in your driveway
We got to talking about God.

And there we were again,
Hand in hand in our hearts.

The Unconditional—
The Love we know within Us All
Radiating the almighty Light.

None can deny.

Same kind of Blue
My dear ascending Jude,
You are me. I am You.