Thought about you today. The urge to call you faded when I accepted that I no longer have your contact information. Still, you were on my mind the moment I learned that Dolores O’Riordan passed away.
I recall how excited you were attended a concert several years back. How you swore she was singing just to you. I remember the late night phone calls. Your voice singing a cappella. Or the countless car rides where’d you sing along to The Cranberries.
I wonder how you’re taking the news. Who’s listening to you mourn the loss of an idol?
Why did you turn out the lights?
Did you know that I was sleeping?
Chapin City Blues 