Where We First Met

I’d bet all the ink on my hands

From measuring lines and testing pens

I’ll get somewhere in life

One of these days

You look at my books

Tell me I’ll be famous and

You’re lucky to know me now

I think I am lucky to know you

Who would I be without

Your kindness and humor

A little more sad

A little more lonely

But we have promises of skating and

Singing and sunsets

Kettle on to boil

Coffee dust under my fingernails

I miss where we first met

The old ride-or-die crew is

Only a call away but it 

Hasn’t been the same

And no matter what you think of yourself

Or what I think of me

I’m glad you’re around