I miss a friend of the night.


Like a shot of tabasco in my veins in the lull of work.

Who I promised to look out for,

To whom I spent hours staying up talking with.

But like the wind,

I find the person gone and leaving the memories at my feet.

If you're reading this,

You've left a hole,

The space you've occupied will always be there for you.

When things are right I hope you'll say hi again.