At the end of the night this is what there is: you there wanting something; me here wanting you. The whole world of this galaxy in between. Maybe one day the will all amount to something. At the end of the day, or perhaps, the very next morning.
That was then and this is now. Five years or more. It happens in a bowling alley, or at the end of a night. There’s this water flowing freely under a bridge. There’s Christ and good and something in between. That all happened before now, and so much has happened since. I like to think we have all moved on. I think we have. We have to have. People of my life...
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