"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Thursday, April 12, 2018

All Time High


I cried in the fall of 1990,
when the love of my life said she had to go. 
I never spoke to her again.
I cried on New Year's Eve of 1990,
raising my glass, pretending I was not alone.
I cried in the spring 1996,
standing in the doorway of my girlfriend's room,
saying goodbye forever.
I cried in 2005, driving on the highway
past what used to be my home.
I cried when my grandmother died in August 2008.
Her name was Sophia.
I cried when I wrote a post about Joni Mitchell's River
You may remember.
I cried when my mother's cat and life companion
died in March 2018.
I will cry again.
Who will cry when I'm gone?
Who will really care? 
I'm almost crying now, 
listening to John Barry's All Time High
I don't know why. 
Time, I guess. 
It's time saying goodbye.
Time is killing me
and I don't know

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