Dear Bossier

You there... yes you, I've got some words I want you to read. They are about you.
But of course... you'll never read them, you don't have any eyes. So why should I even write them?

I wrote this letter in my head cause so many things were left unsaid, but now you're gone and I Can't Think Straight. Oh, this could be the one last chance to make you understand...

My blood aches from trying to make you appear, oh... it's such an awful sight to just see me in the mirror. I HATE this distance in between us, I don't think it's FAIR.
All my time's spent wondering, why I want to be with you. Cause you're not here and now it's clear... I want to get back to you.

But you'll never read this letter... because you probably will never care.

This distance... I'll cross it and whether or not you're ready for me to come back.. I'll be back. Back home where I belong. Where I can walk along the Red River Banks... Where I can go on an adventure in the woods and watch the stars light up the sky in Haughton. I will be back one day... whether or not you're ready for me to come home.

I'll be home soon Louisiana :]