“You always remember your firsts and lasts” you told me sitting on a bench on a warm summer day.
When you lived through someoneand survived themIt hits you back when you least expect itor do you choose it? I often wonder.
what a waste being here without you
oh the lies we tell ourselves
that you have nothing to say
Hey, where are you off to?
Our love story was left unfinished,A tale of what could have been.We had it all, or so it seemed,But life had other plans.
Litany of Lovers
The first time I saw him was at a Moody Blues concert. The first time I saw him, he…