Hey, I thought about you and it was quiet and measured and a nice harkening back. I thought about you and feel in my heart I can forgive you. I wish I could’ve sooner. I just need you to know. Back then, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. I know it took an awful lot for you to say you were sorry. And you were brokenhearted when I didn’t accept it.
I tried to look you up to tell you, but heard you left in June. They say you’re in the Horn of Africa, pursuing your dream of everything egalitarian. I know you’ll make a difference- you always did. But I wonder are you ever coming back? I hope to tell you now everything’s okay.
The taxi’s out front and my ticket’s in my coat pocket. You know for me it’s harder to move on than it ever was for you. I’ve never felt like my hands were anything but tied. You’ve done and seen so much. I haven’t and I’m out of my mind. That’s what got me to thinking about you. I mean with all that’s gone on since I’ve seen you, all the trials and tribulations, and the idea of my leaving was never an option. Meanwhile you carry on, continuing to grow and forge ahead. I’m stuck. Years ago it would have been so much easier. Now not so much.
Not since you.
Because like so many people, you refuse to let fear rule your life. It inspires me and quite honestly, here I sit scared shitless- it’s the thinking of you that’s kept me putting one foot in front of the other. I’m filled with admiration. For you as a person.
Am I right it’s the Horn of Africa or did I hear wrong? Or have you gone from there to somewhere new, wholeheartedly embracing things the way you always did, taking in new sights and experiences? That may be true and I hope so. But I can’t help but think where I’m going I’ll stay.