Tosh's Journal: August 13, 2023

A Letter...

Dear “Dear:”

Summer, summertime, the cruelest Summer of them all. Each step I took with you brings up another heartbreaker, or is something beginning? Is it him? Is it me? I want one more kiss because I can’t live without you. I have seen the future, and it’s ain’t hot (no pun intended), but I got a down payment on happiness, and I ain’t gonna cash on that. Space, place, the ace up your sleeve, and when you leave, it breaks my heart.

I know this is rude of me, but I read your journal while you were taking a bath, and as you splashed around, I read your deepest secrets and thoughts. At first, I couldn’t believe that he was more significant than me. One can tell by his record collection that he wasn’t a smart fellow. And when you snoop into his stash of vinyl, all classic rock, but none are originally pressed. To love someone like him, you’re only getting a second-hand boyfriend who can’t tell what’s real and what’s really real. But I get it; he promised you forever, and I had to remind you what the definition of forever is: Forever, as in she would love him forever. But we both know that it is more cool when we think of Elvis Forever.

You are forgiven. You didn’t ask me to forgive you. But I want to let you know that you are forgiven, and from this day forward, and a slightly perverse forever, I will let things go, by the way. Pray that byegones betwixt me and my Bell may be bygones.

My appreciation to The Honeycombs, Ray Davies, The Who, and the Scottish churchman Samuel Rutherford for the inspiration.