Breath in throat. Breathe child breathe. Keep reminding myself this is just memory. Nor more reality.........
Seems like yesterday when you drove by. Nothing special nothing earned on that hot day. As every story of hot day that's were my story of you begins.
Water. Yes. For your radiator. Handing you the jug was tomorrow never seen. Oh, but I skip so much already to talk about are midnight escapes.