How does she read what I end up writing? What does she see, how does she feel? I wonder about the insights, and where they all go. We remain detached, alone and aloof in our singular worlds without each other, or anyone else for that matter.
04/17/2012
Author's Note: ... old angst.....
Posted on 04/17/2012Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
Maybe old angst to you, but it's new to me. I feel the pain of seperation in this. Great, as always.
