26 january

remember that time he asks me

and i do

they live in another state now

i tell him

and i think she is some kind of a facilitator

these days we do some juggling

and sometimes we write

late at night he wakes me singing old joni mitchell tunes

dancing on the bed above me

moonlight shining in

strands of music fill our bedroom

to everything there is a season

said the one who started out singing country songs

about embracing sustainablity

turn, turn, turn...and our aspects do



i think that it was fate

that sent us here all these years later

we were different then

and yet the same


remember all those plans we had

I ask him -and he does

 

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