“Who was I before you? I can’t remember. Why couldn’t have I been the one to leave here first? I love you, but goodbye.” Seems I am always leaving something, that I am always having to let something go, or someone. Maybe it is the same for everyone, the passing of time, the inevitability of getting older, the way that paths veer off in opposite directions and the way that things, and people, disappear. I don’t know, perhaps this is all a part of growing up. I’m not always so sure that I like it so much, though. Loss is … Continue reading Why did you come if you can’t stay forever? :: songs and prose
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