Nighttime bus rides
and quiet stars,
foggy windows
and stopped cars -

I'm going to miss this.

Bridges connecting 
band mates sharing,
relationships blooming,
confessions spilling -
I'm going to miss this.

This feeling of satisfied exhaustion:
of patient wonder,
a love of band, of music, of life
flowing over.

I'm going to miss this.

Memories of performances
and of potential guys
waiting and wondering,
when, then why?

I'm going to miss this.

Dark nights
and bright lights
blinding everyone -

I don't want to lose this;
I'm going to miss this -

    I’m going to miss you.