art writing poetry
oh. kind of sad.i was just feeling sad the other day, as i was talking to my brother and we were talking about meeting up in edmonton next month, i was just going to say that we would probably have a bonfire in your backyard and invite everyone we knew...and then it hit me. there would be no such bonfire in your backyard anymore. waaaaah...sob...sniff. sniff. but you know, when we leave something behind, although it's kind of sad, it opens the door for something else. and that's fun to think about.
yeah, now we can come live with you.
Like leaning toward you when you are talking to meLike suspending my own thoughts until you are throughLike watching your eyes so I can see what you seeNow even my house is tilting south toward you
is that you mom?
73rd? no 74th! My hesitation makes me smile. Time moves on. Its been a while.Yes of course. The old familiar welcoming view.Familiar but with the senses goneThe face is new, but at least the lights are on!
misty, who are you?
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