Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one beer,
no harm no foul.
Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one smoke,
one little spiff.
Just one,
it won't hurt.
Just one rule,
one little rule broken.

Nights.
Nights like these.
Nights like these when I miss you.

Days.
Days like these.
Days like these when I feel you close.

Mornings.
Mornings like these.
Mornings like these when I long to be in your arms.

*It's times like these that I love you so

I've spoken,
about my boxes,
my memories,
my friends.

Each one,
they're different,
none the same.

While cleaning,
I began opening boxes,
taking a peek at the ones I haven't seen in awhile,
as I was looking again,
I began re-sorting.

High school friends,
from middle school friends,
from elementary friends,
then true friends from fake,
slowly my shelves started to clear.

I didn't throw any out,
just re packaged.
Added new labels,
moved them around.

They're all still around,
just in new places.

*I've changed my priorities,
adjusted my life,
made it better for me

You were never mine,
yet, I feel my heart breaking.
You were never mine,
yet, I can't let you go.
You were never mine.

A child,
         my child.
With eyes like mine,
         maybe hair too.
A sweet little thing,
         whether boy or girl.
Half me,
          half you too!
They’d be darling.