Here's to Mr. So-and-So.

preface: this piece was written when I was a senior in college. I included it because at the time, it was Rita's favorite piece of my writing, which was set to music, so yeah, it's a song. After I graduated, Rita had me come and open for her "open mic" night at UCLA, the good ol' Eclectic days. Of course, I was supposed to make a few bucks 'cause Rita always got her friends paid gigs. So, here's to you, Rita. RIP.

Now before you leave,

finally this chance, it's on me,

there are words that I need to speak,

but only to diffuse all of their power in meaning;

There must have been a time,

But I cannot recall,

When the love that you gave to me

Was nothing short of magical;

And those colors that you said

I brought to your life

Were like none that you'd ever known,

But that there would always be something

that you,

you would love more;

So, at dawn, I finally fall asleep,

And, I am kept awake all night in dreams;

'Cause the hardest hope to know,

is the hope that you,

you will not ever be able to let me go;

But one day, you started to prefer,

Black and White,

and you didn't need any colors in your life

'Cause you painted them yourself in all your pride;

And you taught me that magic,

Well, it's only composed of tricks,

And, that truest love and deception,

They can never coexist;

So, now before I leave,

Finally, this chance, it's on me;

And, the hardest hope that I know,

it's the hope that you will not ever

be able to let me go.