Nose to tail
We only had
Maybe...
Five years?


Right?


Wish I could ask you

You know I've never
Been good with time

Though
In the end

You weren't either


Ba-dum-tsh


Do you still have a sense of humor
When you're, like,
'On that side of things'?

I sure ******* hope so

You could always make me laugh
And I may have only ever really bloomed
When I could steal a laugh from you


Ugh


If you can still know stuff where you are
Then I'm sure you can tell
Without me having to say, but
I really miss sharing things with you


That's alright though


Cause
When
It has
To be

It is

And I still have this
Little thing we connected over

Feelings and words and all that crap
So dramatic, the two of us


I hope you're allowed to keep that too


They say the brightest lights
Burn out the fastest
And that some are here for a good time
Not a long one


I'd rather you'd been here for both

But we both knew, even back then

We rarely get what we really want



Right?

Only She knows me like She knows me
and I know that She knows me so well.

Poetry and it's the sixties.

I miss the permissive society,
I miss the flowers and
wearing flared jeans,
I miss the intoxication
of incense and
Andy Warhol's tin of baked beans

but back in the sixties at fifteen
girls were a mystery to me
and the only permissive that I got
was a permission
to have some more tea.