Wrote this yesterday while a song came on that made me think of Tony. Enjoy. I'll write something with personal substance later.
Tears in my coffee,I sit watching theroad drive past meand not the other way around.
I thought of you.
I don't usually crywhile drinking hot things.This is hopeless.
I go about my business.The music plays in the backgroundand some inner peace and piecesare somewhere for me to find.There is inevitably a strugglethat is equally useless and necessaryto fight the urgeto cut my losses and cut you out.
Hmm...this coffee tastes bitter.Somewhere behind the scenesa violin plays only for you.
