I'd like to think
maybe a dream is the reality of a parallel universe
how friendly faces mingle in familiar places
what was is now lost and found in many will bes

A collection of discontinuations, as connected as our wandering thoughts allow us to be.

Notes dripping off the piano
cats plucking on the guitar
there you were
sands lingering on your hair
your lips a pink not too cherry ripe yet
the kiss, soft and uplifting
before spreading its wings
was found out
found out what could have and never became