that was the best explanation I could give anyway
tears as I walked through crisp winter streets at the time of publishing maybe something wished for
in the heat
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walk amongst the streets of my adolescents share the days with one of my sons look forward to four in a months time
boys my life they are past present and future they are everything I define myself around the tears fall with yearning
as much as anything and maybe just a bit of something that aches to look all alone a lot like
just me
foolish
selfish
chaos makes me panic long untethered time as well
where hope and redemption abound I want to shake a fist though never let it fly
not altogether true I would not give them up this up what’s next up to have that
I’ve decided