they can take the places that we said we will go;

It’s been three years –
One could say ‘it’s already been three years’, or ‘it’s only been three years’ – and that one word would change everything. I don’t really know what I want to say, but it’s clear to me now that I’ll always feel this way.

they can take the music that we’ll never play

I’m still sorry, but I’m still here.
It does not make sense; I know you’ll take no comfort in knowing that I continue to pay for my crimes, and I fear that I will continue to repent for as long as I live. I am weary of this weight I thought I had cast off so long ago.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t need you to forgive me but I would beg you to, and even then I don’t deserve it. Do you blame me as much as I blame myself?
You said hang on.
And I would – for five minutes, for an hour, for a few more days, for another year.
You’re gone. You really are gone.

but they can never have yesterday.