You sent me a letter,

an actual, oldfashioned letter,

wrote; spilled your soul out on a piece of paper

maild it across the country

 

wrote about how you're getting sober,

how you don't do anything you used to anymore;

changes,

becoming someone else.

 

I remember the nights;

alcohol flowing, 

I remember the swift motion

of a rolled up bill against my skin -

more for show than for practical use.

 

We were young,

oh so young

oh so naive

oh so unaware of consequenses. 

 

You were always the most charming drunk,

polite,

always looked immaculate -

no matter the amount of drinks you'd had:

now I can see through that,

can see that it was a facade 

so people wouldn't know the truth. 

 

I admire your efforts

breaking free of old patterns are hard,

I hope you find what you're looking for;

redemption,

forgiveness,

kindness

happiness.