Not enough time
Or enough days
Not enough roads left
To say what I mean
Just to take it back
Pack it in an oldsuitcase and hurl it away
Into the deserted lake
Where the flowers still gaze
Another pleasant stroll
Or tumble into the weeds
Where you left to struggle
Through thorns that bite and bleed
Like a driftless cloud
The Years sail on slow
Just a crumbling picture left in the basement
Along with some memories that it holds..
~O~
