When you were little.

I knew you. When you were little. When you don't remember. You inspired me. You disappeared to another country. Spoke things that didn't make sense to me at the time. And I played and played and played, hoping that you would hear me learning the song you told me was your favourite. I lay in the grass one day in December.. or maybe it was early January. You asked me how I was. You cared. Care. That was special to me. I had met you, for five minutes.. and you cared.

I still play. Sometimes you listen.
I listen to your record too, sometimes.
For the record.