Dear Visionary
Sometimes I miss you
So much that it hurts a little bit
Like how a blister burns
Like a headache weighing down on me
Like clothes that don't really fit
Then I feel a pang of loneliness
And I think of how things could be
If I'd just let things be
Then the moment passes
You know
I think I have an an affinity for
A special kind of loneliness
Induced by arrogance and alcohol
As I said
Sometimes I think and wonder of how things could be
With the visionary and me
Then I remember
I felt as lonely when you were with me
So please
Don't pay attention to me
This is a way for me to pay homage to some old memories
Revisiting scenes of the crime if you will
