Memories
...er so fondly now, the nights were humid but they had a nice wind. I was there and so was she. Dim lighting downtown when people were walking home across the old wooden bridge and up over the hill. Tapping on the red brick; a tattoo that bore into my soul. The warm pools of light seemed to fill my body with elation. It was so warm. And so was she. I have to pull a blanket around me as I type in the gray darkness right now, chill inescapable. Nowhere I go can ease the pain or bring the life back. This is sad for me to think of. And it is cold. I know I will never again feel that happy, be that loved, or be that sure of ...