Spring is here,
Bringing memories so dear,
Deep within my heart,

I think of the days,
We used to smoke,
And watch
The squirrels at the park,

I cocked my hip,
As you took a pic,
Standing from behind,
I'll suffer through the days without you,
For it's only a limit of time.

the end
a bland goodbye
no drums or drama
not even a curtain
just dull shades
a handful of people
expected more
for all that hassle.

I KNOW
i know
but maybe
i need another
just in case.

Remind me of home
just be something
I can hold
to keep the memories
from floating away
I lost or broke
the other things
dam mangler hands.

More people should
do their homework,
if they did,
there would be
healthier conversation
and less devastation.