If I could only talk to you These Days birthday boy. I listen to these lyrics and think of you. Especially the part where he says, "Don't confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them."
What do I think I know about you on this birthday five years past ever hearing your voice? I think that you fill your days with nature. I feel you hiking and biking and searching out a vortex. Playing your penny whistle elevates your mood. I feel your regret. I know you know you fucked up big time. Make it right.
You owe me a home with a washing machine. And then we can each hang our dirty laundry made clean out to dry. For one another to see.
But a phone call or email letting me know you're ok will do just fine. Happy Birthday, stevematts.