Monday, November 30, 2009

Outstretched Hands: Singing songs without the lyrics.

Always when you least expect it.  That's kind of bullshit.  I was expecting it and then it happened.  Does that mean I willed it into exisistence?  Or is it mere happenstance?  At this point does it even matter? 


Ashes.  All of it.  All there ever was or could have been.  Am I supposed to feel something?  I don't.  Though I hardly did when you were around so I guess it's not surprising. 


I can't recall if there were good times.  Or if there were bad times.  I'm sure they happened in the past, but I can't cite any.  I do know the lesson you were.  That I most assuredly remember.   You were important until you weren't, as with all things in life.

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