Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye And singin'... If it wasn’t for yesterday, perhaps the song wouldn’t have felt as blood-stained to me as it does now. I can’t fathom the tears which well up in the corners of my eyes, taunting my ego. I wonder, what would have happened if I had called him out the second I doubted him? What would have happened if I caught him before things went this far? The quiet hum of the song echoed in the streets of suburban New York, possibly emanating from the radio of a far-off house. The early hours of the sun had always been Thomas's favourite -- the leaves of the tallest trees forming a shadowy painting on the dark concrete, the aroma of freshly baked cookies softly wafting through, and the cooler and calmer air coaxing the best shivers. Yesterday morning, the best thing Thomas owned was the grey coat a kind man had given him the night befor...