Dear McCracken

I just stepped on a plane, my bag’s on the shelf

I find my seat in the middle and plan to keep to myself

The pilot comes on, says "There's been a delay"

and I sigh, buckle up, and prepare for the wait

There's a middle-aged woman on my right by the window

no ring on her finger, maybe divorced or a widow?

She's drafting an email and from where I am seated

I can side-eye that shit, so of course I'm gon’ read it

 

it said:

 

“Dear McCracken”... this is already great

Dude’s got a pen pal and a killer last name

She opens with an inside joke and she's hopin’

to set a casual tone, her words carefully chosen

She was sure that her week spent in Houston would drag

but then a face from her past quickly changed all of that

The trip was for business, she's used to the travel

but this time she's not ready to head back to Seattle

 

Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane

I can't admit the half of it that I want to say

Do I pretend, do I push you away?

I'm jet-laggin’ McCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your space

 

I can tell by the abuse of the backspace key

there's a heart balanced on how her words are perceived

She's retyped that fourth paragraph four times

swingin’ the tone back and forth until she's so satisfied

that he knows that even though their paths have diverged

there's an air of regret but not enough to reverse

And I am stunned, there I sit, completely convinced

that once you grow old you stop dealing with this

The uncertain, the hurtin', the feelin’ like dirt when

things don't work out by the fall of the curtain

She hits send, powers off, and we're ready to go

and I am sad for the passion that McCracken, he might never know

 

Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane

I can't admit the half of it that I want to say

Do I pretend, do I push you away?

I'm jet-laggin’ McCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your…

 

Dear McCracken, I'm keepin’ this on my chest

I've said a lot of things but none of them what I meant

Do I pretend, do I try to forget?

I'm jet-laggin’ McCracken and I wish you, I wish you the best

 

And I thought, I thought by that age

our broken hearts had seen their worst

And I thought that kind of heartache

was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

 

And I thought, I thought by that age

our broken hearts had seen their worst

And I thought that kind of heartache

was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

 

I just stepped off a plane, I've got one regret

I know I'll never get closure or ever see how it ends

No, I won't know his answer, what happens between them

And why she kept her cards so close even she couldn't see them

What gave her such pause when she so clearly wanted

to tell you all the emotions she tried so hard to bottle

and I'll never know why she kept the honest truth from you

but oh, Dear McCracken... in the rough draft...

 

Oh, in the rough draft...

 

In the rough draft she loved you

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