My pen does flow, this I know without you, I fear. I will never again call you dear. My pen forever pours on while my thoughts, forlorn, always bringing me back to you. I am lost, at the cost, of what to do.
10/27/2004
Author's Note: ... old angst.....
Posted on 03/26/2010Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
Joe- a bit of a departure from your norm. I was glad that you clerified it in your notes. As usual- an excellent write.
