The wind that shook the wine splattered porch

I will miss few things more than late nights of playing ping pong and putting together jigsaw puzzles in my basement apartment. The further time marches on, the more sentimental I feel about these things. It's hard for me to just be happy, and those times I didn't have to think about it at all, I just was happy. I had friends, neighbors, love, wine, and whatever I needed, whenever I needed it. I want those days again. I'm trying to build them, but right now it just isn't the same. Goodnight moon.

1 comment:

  1. Reminds me of something I'm working on;
    "We need to get back" you said
    But the party was over
    "Never again" I thought
    And it never was, was it..
    Ever again
    It's not done yet, just a piece of what I'm working on