...and I'll give you half an ear. [L9: Robert. And sent a pic when returned. And yes, I loved him, shame to say.]
Where gloaming filters out in greyish thence And fading halflight, children's voices trail Some barking canine as no birds detail Calm whispers whose soft breath tugs at me hence Likeas to stay my footfalls with that sense Tis now, and here. Ne stars yet in blue's veil Except the evening star alone oer pale Dead houses, and how sunset burns low. Whence? Indeed. He's gone to Burning Man as twere Or some take off that, romance forfeit too, Else I'll wish for a date with each in poor Excuse, how's that? The problem is...that you Are not here. What are cool winds' murmurs? You're Who gives dusk romance. Tell me that you knew.
Hi. Mebbe I'll share my diary pages again when I feel reckless. Like how some date proceeded or whathaveyou. Don't hold your breath waiting.