Odd Walking Thoughts

Thank you tomorrow. I’ve seen you today.  Scraping noise with knuckles when things were what they weren’t. Don’t again Ask that we don’t say and speak what we do. Otherwise everything becomes all mixed up. So let’s just let’s say that we’ve, the both of us, come from the same time and will again. And again. And until then. We’ll watch all of the leaves fall.

-M. Taggart