Dear... Doris
The men's magazine also asked about remorse. Yeah, I guess I'm sorry about the pain I caused other people...
... but I don't regret anything. Not a thing.
I used to. I used to regret being the barber.
I don't know what waits for me, beyond the earth and sky. But I'm not afraid to go.
Maybe the things I don't understand will be clearer there, like when a fog blows away...
...Maybe Doris will be there
And maybe there I can tell her
All those things
They don't have words for here.