Of course there are no comments
No reactions good or bad
To the musings of the nearly talented
Shrouded in disdain
Longing for cold days
In the back alleys of sunny places
From decades long ago spent
In confusion and ecstatic joy
Only you didn’t know it yet
It wasn’t clear until
The illusion faded
Like now
Unable to parse out
Happiness from sadness
Need from want
But when the echoes
Become distorted remnants
Of the strong signal
Surging through you now
You’ll recognize
All of the beauty that was
There in your grasp
In every breath
And sigh great fat tears
Of remorse
Like now
Words and picture by BCFL
