Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Seventy

The never again night passes silently without me. My mind is elsewhere, listening to memory music, escaping the thought of the day I had not wanted, poking through the rubble of lost years in hope of finding what would likely never have been anyway. But that's the way it is sometimes, and most time is sometime. At least most of the past is sometime. The future is nowhere. Now here no where. So it will have gone.


( Sunday Verse )