I thought of you today. Normally, you sit just on the edge of memory, slightly out of reach. Barely a shadow, yet tangible enough to teach. You remind me of a lesson it took too long to learn or match left way too long to burn. You take me back to that victim of before, scarred for your love and craving more. You were the drug and I was your addict. Well, you know what they say about old habits…
I thought about you today and I caught myself dreaming…
You are the drug that I am no longer fiending…
Daydreamer... 