I bet by now you'd have a band.
Locally famous. Maybe statewide. You were pretty good with your guitar.
You'd have a daughter probably turning 22, 6 years older than you ever got. She'd dye her hair like you did: a new color every week. You would have gone to her graduation alone, or maybe with friends, so proud, your sharp heart burning.
It took me 30 years to find how we find each other even when we're not looking, even when we don't know who we are. We pull together bound by a gravity we won't acknowledge until we're out of this town, this school, this life.
I went to Pride today. You would have been there too. There was a great band. You would have loved it.
I hope the rainbows, the dyed hair, the love reaches back across 25 years and sits with you
Just so you're not alone walking into the dark.
