Hey.
It’s been a while since I had last
Seen you in a light less the colour of rose;
Now it is the colour of jade.
You don’t really like jade, though, do you?
You prefer it most when our little group can
Walk around town, without a care in the world
But when to be back at the band room.
And even when you’re buried in work -
I know that’s why you’re busy these days -
You manage to maintain your joyful smile
And beautiful disposition. You have discovered
How to make the most of your endless hope.
Conversely, I don’t care for rose very much.
Every time that colour of light shines on us,
I get lost in it.
I lose my direction and my inhibition.
And then I end up wondering
Why I care about anything anymore
When the lights dim,
And I’m left in the dark.
When I was last in the dark, very recently,
I lost a possession very dear to me.
This locket, as most of them do,
has sentimental value - it reminds me of happier times.
Back when I knew how to use hope.
I seem to have lost that ability.
I would ask you to help me look for it -
And I know you would not refuse -
But, again, you are busy at this time,
And it is time of which we are short.
I wonder what colour the light will be
When we run into one another again.
If we do.
