I’d like not to be strung out on that maybe idea that always comes back to haunt me. It only comes back to haunt me when your song comes on. When the sun shines that certain way you described. When some vulgar joke comes up that you claimed as your own. During the moments between awake and asleep when I can still hear you singing me quietly to sleep with that heartbreak voice of yours. My God, I saw the world in your smile. How dare I ever think of it as my own.