[burning photographs]

strange.

thought i knew you well.

thought i had read the sky...

yeah, something like that. i spoke of you last night. us, we, then, what was, what isn't. and for the first time i was removed from it. as if i was replaying one of my favorite scenes from a movie. one of my favorite scenes that makes me cry, but of course. i spoke of being there. of what was. what isn't. what won't ever be again. but tonight i'm okay with that. for the first time, the thoughts and memories floating around in my head, i'm okay with that. we were. we aren't. the world still spins. the sun still rises and sets. and with or without you, this old chest of mine still rises with its next breath. wow. who knew i could say that? think that. i won't lie and say that i don't wonder where you are right now. what you're doing, who you're with. a phone that rings, but not with you on the other end. i wonder if you think about me. remember that it's my birthday. if you find yourself reaching for the phone, a natural reflex, wanting to call me and wish me the best of in the year 3-0. yeah, i think about that a lot.