here today

 

ben is gone.

ben is making his album making his dream following his bliss going somewhere new.

ben is making his album he's gone all the time. 

ben is making his album so even when he's home he's attached to the piano him and the piano are talking a language I can't feel.  ben is making his album so even when he's with me he's not with me.  Even when he's with me he's making music in his head adjusting notes levels tones I don't even know my tone deaf self doesn't even know what he's doing inside of there I just know he's not outside he's inside.

ben is making his album I miss him.  I count on his solid Taurus moon to hold me steady my airy soul  likes to wander and flit move from project to project starting stopping always talking.  Ben's Taurus moon his Libra rising hold me steady I count on that. 

ben is making his album and for him I clap smile push him onward upward outward.  I am here telling him not to compromise telling him to go go go meet the photographer the masterer the designer the team the album team.  Go go go I say out loud but inside I am wanting him back.  Wanting him back when he was too scared to fly.  Wanting him back my cheerleader my rock solid worrier.  Wanting him smaller safer back with me.

you're making your album and I miss you but go go go with your wild and precious self.  your distracted consumed artist self.  go go go and I'll be here a little sad.  I'll be here missing you missing you standing behind me but so happy that you're gone. 

see you soon.

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