I was lonesome for you tonight.
Lonesome for the old house,
My old room,
My old covers.
And leave me here,
With all these strangers?
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. ~Anaïs Nin
3 comments:
Connie, this is beautiful.
And true. Not a day goes by...
-CA
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