Often times

I have this draft
Of what you’d say.
You weren’t ever all that good with words. But I was. And I know you well enough to know exactly what you’d say almost always. We could of had conversations with each other without one speaking, we knew each other that well.
So it’s all that I know you’d say to me.
And I cry when I read it. And laugh. And smile. And agree.
Because it’s almost like you’re there really telling me it all. Like you're my friend just talking to me in some parking lot in the car.
Idk helps nights like tonight.