Make way make way
Rocking down
Stage 08.
Take the crowd
Click the string
Down she blows
The guitar sings.
Hendrix style
Johnny winters edge
Kiss wailing
Rocking the dead.

Memories are a part of life
And to
A part of love.
Memories fade
As do day's
A see you later
Turns into goodbye drugs.
Always sedating
To not think again
Will the honey come back
Can I smile pretend.
Maby it's just my tiredness
Or waiting for her to return from her trip
I miss her little nighty
The one that's red cotton glitz.

old love like the lone porch light
on the dead end street
you've always known,
which flickers off & on
like blinking eyes.
She was always waiting...

I bet I could list a thousand of the little things you do
But could you do the same?

over above the sweet almond scent
the grey windows open
outside the forget-me-nots
flower in window pots
in a distance a small imaginary child
awaits them

I come here for comfort, for my release.
I can't find that anywhere else.
I'm glad I can be in a place where
others relate, and choose to console a stranger. Thank you to those who are kind enough to comment good thoughts and hold back judgement.