I didn’t know how
beautiful my voice was,
until you told me to listen.
I keep hitting repeat
on your songs.
Thinking if I never stop
listening to your voice, it
won’t ever disappear.
Someone once told me,
“Missing someone isn’t about
how long since you’ve seen them last.
Or the amount of time you talked to them.
It’s about that very moment when you’re
doing something and wishing they were
right there with you.”
I wish I could go back to that slow dance,
where we were both awkward high school kids
getting sentimental over a radio hit song.
I wish I could have made you see,
how much you meant to me.
Before it was too late.
I’ll love you always, cowboy.