The sharp shriek of rubber on dim lit linoleum takes me back three years in time as suddenly as it pierces the silence. That and the smell.
and you wonder how much more – how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever?
you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
I remember the night I stopped running to pay the price of others’ expectations and lay awake in the dark waiting
It took an hour to walk those streets home and on the way I saw where I was without the illusion of middle class comfort and pretense