I’d talk to you directly about all the troubles I’m still feeling… but we already closed that door didn’t we? I’ll just have to make due.
Somehow talking to God doesn’t feel the same as talking to you about it. At least talking to the you from back then…
…Are you still there, the-you-from-back-then? The you who could draw out everything from deep within me, the one I can’t hide anything from?
…’Cuz I sure as hell do miss you.