2016 was the last year of innocence
The smell of a sunscreen kiss
As I let my guard down
And let you in
Sun soaked freckles on my face
Now the last embers of the flame
Blushing, smiling, shame
Whisper goodbye to the mistakes

a handy hint is the furthest place,
people like to be near. people may prefer
moving forwards, not looking back too much.

things go round, rebound. it is a lovely
journey, through the mountain range, glory
for writing,

travel journals, while all the while, we think
we travel the other way.

so we did.

The next level
        comes on its own
        if your present task
        has achieved the best possible