A Letter From The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer And What He Could Become
To whom it may concern,
All I want to be is
The one you miss from time to time
When youíre out with your friends or back at your folkís place
When you feel more alone with them than you do yourself anyway
I want to be your warm welcome
All I want to be is the first person you call on the phone
When you find yourself panicked, shaken, and alone, Unable to sleep
I'll tell you . . . ďIím here.Ē
Canít you see me? Because I see you.
Maybe you can see me.
But you canít hear the words coming out of my mouth.
Over the sound of your grinding teeth
To you, Iíll always be the wind that blows above your head
The hand thatís out of reach
If you ever find yourself struggling to breathe.
I want to be the oxygen that flows through you right before you smoke your last cigarette
And when you contemplate death
I want to be the thought that says, ďDonít go. Youíre not done yet.Ē
I donít want to be the one you need.
I just want to be a some-what steady plot of land beneath your feet.
I want you to feel grounded.
All I want to be is a part of your life
- The Small Sliver Of Hope In Your Junk Drawer