So, I've been thinking about you lately.
And, I wonder. Do I ever cross you're mind?
On my birthday, of course. I already knew that one. When is your birthday? I don't even know. All those little details have slowly seeped from my mind. Much as I've tried to hang on to them. I remember when I saw you a year or so ago. For the first time in so long. You sat on the couch near me, and I edged away.
"We're all here" you said "a family"
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
What have I lost from being without you?
It's too late for me to be awake.
I count the days the Great Frontier. Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand in awe of gratefulness. I can and call forgetfulness
