
waltzing…..

waltzing…..
way beyond..any thrill ever found. past the alleyway, down to the river. where i certainly belong……
everything, everyday….next morning, brand new day…….
expecting you, my eyes could not see. may have no choice but to deport you. I’ve roamed but our love is true, true, true. I met Mr. Greif, and he said……
electric boots, mohair suits, from some magazine….so spaced out…..
wonderful ways again, again and again…….
there, it’s here…most times i shrug it off, other days it kills, anything good just as well may be bad. hard to say, the truth always has its way….
if warranted, absolutely,…..mostly just let it go……
how many funerals will it take, people i love gone. memories fading fast , lately flying, flashing away swiftly, but never forgotten…….
still not ready, you’re gone but present still. my mind don’t know. what was that anyway. never having resolved anything at all? death removes any hope…..