Not quite the whole cherry

there are no photos from all the way Back then but I don’t need them To see what They would show. You and me drunk And in a muddle my head turned In your direction Waiting They ask you the questions You shrug I Say it doesn’t matter We are always chasing The attention of…

The places inside the places that we go

It was time and there was nothing that could be done to hang time and never let it get past any further. There was no way to go back and start the experience all over again, or, demand a do over. I could not do any more or any less than what has been done….