soft scrambled eggs

Funny how I never asked, "how are you?"

Lost in the millions of things we’d always talk about 

Now all I wonder is how you’re getting through

Listening to Black Country, New Road, thinking of you

I’d show my friends "where you inserted the blade"
But the truth is, I can't pinpoint the shade

I write down questions I’d love to ask 

As if one day, we’ll bridge the past
But I know I’m dreaming, you made it clear 

That chapter’s over, but the memories sear

I finally got a Kindle, did you know? 

Every page I turn brings thoughts of you, 

Do you ever think of me too?

Listening to Black Country, New Road, thinking of you
Now I can show my friends "where you inserted the blade" 

It's where the light shines through, from the scars that stayed.