We were at the liquor store waiting for it to open every day. You were so pretty. I wished I combed my hair. We had poetry in common. We liked Frost and Auden and loved Dylan. We lived in Bukowski's rawness. We haunted warm libraries in winter and read aloud to each other in spring. We huddled together in the nights homeless but together. We had each other, so much more than the rest of the lost world.
When I am sad, I like to hear sad songs and croon with them, I feel as if the songs and the music understand me and my feelings, As if we are in the same boat. After listening to a few songs I feel better, Soothing therapy for my soul. 29/4/2020