Just now I thought of you when we were younger
and the time we spent when I was living in
a converted garage with no heat,
filling my truck up with chunks of wood
stolen from the door factory
and splitting them to burn in the stove,
drinking pitchers of beer in empty bars,
hiking and camping and being clever
and it seemed there was no end to it
and now it is so far away
1 comment:
you pack so much punch in your words. it seems unfathomable that things...and people end.
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