𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸’𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢,
𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜,
𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎...

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

Your unsure gestures sought out our bond
In whiskey glasses and cheap cigars,
With no more in common than our blood
That spilt upon lost chances and unspent years.

In that awkward silence we found our home
Those words unsaid were a common tongue,
And now I long to hear such nothings again,
As It was there you were my father and I your son.


TS Lefort November 2020

I want to be immortal
I want to be remembered

The day I’m forgotten
Is the day I die

You're a book,
a good book
that will
never be
forgotten.

I yearn for days wasted in my youth
Had not known the value of each one
Wishing back summers hanging from tree limbs
Those unpolluted seasons are done

Dimensions of yesterday remembered in color
Dappled spectrum of greens and blues
Berries picked preciously with eager pleasure
Firm trail wild beneath worn shoes

The thing I wish I knew back then
What matters most is today
Failed to appreciate my younger years
Best times of my life I just let slip away


I can't help but think about it each and every day