People think they know you. They know the things about you that you have forgotten.
- Mick Jagger
Times go by
very slowly and agonizing
like. The flip of the page
is always seemingly the easiest
to do. The boxes are packed,
and we are ready
to go. The truck is loaded;
say it isn’t so,
when it is. Kick ass times
is what we leave here
in this empty house.
Only blacked out memories
remain in the hollow shell
I called home.
Times were tough around some
of the bends. Sometimes we tend not to see
the value in something
until it has passed.
This semester has been different
somehow. Was it the different scenery?
Was it something
else? Maybe it was the nights
with bonfires I don’t remember!?
One thing is certain; I never really know
what is there until the time has ended.
I look back on the events of the past
year and look upon them
in envy.
Next year I will
have to do better.
I only have enough for one
double shot now.
Next year, I might finish it off
before time is up
Next year I might remember
the ending.