“I had a dream about you the other night,
It was weird because you weren’t in white.
I couldn’t see your face, and I don’t know if that made it better or not.
Your hair was as red as ever though,
And I could see it like a flame urging me foreword.
You were laughing.
It was funny because I know we never went to that park together,
but I can’t seem to picture you — even in my dreams — without the black road and yellow line beneath your feet and tree’s all around you.
There are no words for what it felt like to accept my diploma without you there beside me.
To watch your mom with her dark sunglasses accept yours.
I talk to you and I know you hear me.
Most days lately I have ‘see you again’ stuck in my head.
Charlie Puth sings “And every road you take, will always lead you home,” while Wiz Khalifa raps “And now you goin’ be with me for the last ride.”
As selfish as it is,
I hope that’s true