Maybe it’s not really over
Its like old vinyl…my mind, and the needle is skipping…in my mind..thoughts of you..of us..together..apart. After seeing you the other night, the thoughts of you begin, again…seeing you..sitting there..like a stranger. You always were a stranger. The entire thing was strange. People are strange..but the way I feel when I see you..wow..that’s familiar. I wish things were different..for now..the vinyl skips..I am very much looking forward, to time with you…again.