This one broke me while I was writing it.
It’s about a friend who drifted so far we don’t know how to reach him anymore.
We used to share everything — and now it’s like the door is locked from the inside.
The Friend I Don’t Talk To Anymore is a love letter to the ones we lost without a funeral.
And a promise that… even if they don’t open the door, we’ll still knock.

Mr. Lonely

Bobby Vinton