Have you ever been moved to tears by a piano composition, Kayla?
I once laid in bed at 4 am with one of my best friends
and she played me a song and told me,
"This song is what I imagine being in love is like."
And I couldn't agree more.
We shed tears under her string lights,
And I did not sleep at all that night
Tell me, Kayla, do you know what being in love is like?
I listened to this music when I was 16, when I cried after class on the days where the sky was the biggest and brightest
And the clouds seemed to bumble just too fast
Almost as if I could leap through time to catch up to them
I close my eyes and I am traveling to New York once again.
I was in love once, and I always will be.
Do you see me in the strangers you pass on the street, Kayla?
Am I a fleeting image inside your big, beautiful brain?
I think about this all of the time
I think about the sky all of the time
My stomach curls and black tears roll down my cheeks
Sobbing again, in nostalgic agony
Because I will never see you again, I will never relive those moments
The moments that make up the fleeting life of a stranger.
If I whisper out of my bedroom window, would you be listening, Kayla?
This music is the soundtrack to my personal evil
The turquoise-colored frustration inside my heart
Every note is a story
Every second breaks my heart
This is what being in love feels like.
and it feels like falling backwards onto the cement, laughing
staring into the skies of New York City
being kissed or eating a lollipop
losing yourself in the clouds
and crying alone in bed to the sweet, musical murder of the teenage girl, too far gone
I can't express myself any further.
Do you believe that dreams come true, Kayla?
If we ever meet again, I'll know.
Take care of yourself.