We used to walk for hours just to get to that boardwalk
And you never complained once.
You were always so excited to see those waves
so we'd walk day after day and play in the sand.
This lake isn't the same, not even similar
It's just a place to get my feet wet and kick over sandcastles,
just like we used to, when you were still here.
I miss that beach and the crash of the high tide
Smoking under the walkway- you, me, and the rest of the guys
We were like a family back then,
but that was way back when you were still here.
O! And now, your mom is upset with me,
"You've been calling too much."
I'm smoking too much, I need another cigarette- fifth deep
"She loved you more than anything," your father said.
I WISH IT WAS ME IN THAT HOSPITAL BED.
I tried- SO HARD, not to cry when I deleted "baabyy<3" from my phone
I just thought, after you died, that you might still be sitting, waiting at home