I think often of some people I no longer speak with
And think of the many days and the many nights we spent together
The conversations we gifted each other
The loves we discussed
The music we made
The lyrics we wrote but never set to tune
The stories we thought we’ll write together
The days when we weren’t rich
But there was always enough
I think often of some people I no longer speak with

The silence has gone on for too long
Ten, twenty, maybe even longer
But it’s not the years that have created the distance
Not the grass that we have allowed to grow under our feet
Not the moments of our youthful foolishness and ignorance
No, none of that
I think often of some people I no longer speak with

It is the rigidity that has robbed us
The inflexibility of a moment that has stayed
The harshness of expectations we concoct in our heads
Oh how I wish I could drop all this
To speak just once to the people I no longer speak with