Bob Dylan.

 

9.20.17

When I think of Bob Dylan, I think of you.
I always have.
Since we were 14 and 16.

It's the way you talk and the way you write.
It's the way you feel embarrassed to talk too loudly.
And the way you only share what you're thinking when you're playing me a song in your car or singing into a microphone.

When I think of Bob Dylan, I think of you.
I think of the time I saw you at his concert and we picked up right where we left off.
As if you didn't cut me out of your life for three years.

When I think of Bob Dylan, I think of you.
I suppose it's because his words are honest and wise.
A bit harsh but always romantic.
Critical but full of love.
Scared of everything but ready for anything.

When I think of Bob Dylan, I think of you.
A pioneer with a bruised upper lip.
Ready for a fight but never willing to start one.

When I think I think of Bob Dylan, I think of you.
That used to be okay,
But I’ve grown to hate you for it.