even though it never hit the high notes, but i like the version you play. in the hours i came home from work. while driving, i turn on the tape we recorded last night when the city lights were almost home. i put off getting information from my favorite podcast. there is something more important, your voice reaches my ears, and i can hear it over and over again. even if you never hit the highest notes.

my head is running over the possibilities after last night you and i came home. i’ve definitely heard the tape, but i wonder what you’ll be doing. definitely not putting together a puzzle because that makes you have to destroy what you’ve put together; or arrange what you will destroy. definitely not writing songs because it was freezing cold that night and writing anything is another form of grief.

i arrived home with the car in the garage still running. i let the notes reach their end; find the resolution. even if you never hit the high notes, i will come home from work day by day.