The Second Dream
Ironically enough, searching for you through the halls of my high-school on a fall-fog night. My head recalling details I thought I had left decades ago – locker 137 still dented, the corrugations of cold metal outside the sound-proofing of the band room. In the commons area when I found you, I forgot to fill you in. Pale, slate-empty, you walked through everyone, […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 