When we were kids we ran away to be together, then as young adults, I got too far away, and he drove there and brought me home. He went too far, too fast, and I can’t bring him back.
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Bittersweetness
I’m thankful for memories, and aware of the bittersweet reality that they can never be relived. Here’s to you, Howard’s in Monahans, Texas. Jack and Diane and burgers, yelllow tabletops and pink milkshakes.
Questions
I’ve always been a questioner by nature. This grief, this particular one, has brought me to a different place. We’re all impacted differently, but I’ve got questions that make me curl up in a question mark at night.
I Feel You 