I wish things were better
here right now.
It's snowing in April
and you're on the east coast.
and I'm still alone,
and forgetting the sounds
of your voices and the way things used to be.
We're separated by terminals
and 800 mile long phone calls.
All I'm getting is static,
are you still there?
Will you visit soon?
I've got so much to tell you
about the people you'll never meet
and how much they mean to me,
and how they got me through this year.
I'm so glad that their here
with me by Lake Michigan.