No
No decorum, not even a forum
Skip the back story don’t bore ‘em!
Days passed; to too many, too fast!
Where’s the feeling was s’posed to last?
Green soon, remember late ’21 June?
Stumbling in the dark like a buffoon
No sounds, all alone dumping coffee grounds
Time passes; no communication, hopelessness abounds
No fills, not a word and my spine chills
Don’t need much to get my cheap thrills
Too many days, ending badly in the same ways
Like one of those depressing one-man plays
No thought, too many battles I’ve fought
Looking high and low for the happiness brought
Not here, no joyful starts, happy hearts, no cheer
Left to choose between the lesser of my darkest fear
Hiding doubt, acting like I know what it’s all about
Silence fills the room but inside I scream and shout
No regrets, choice made, stands firm yet frets
Tough weather; he focuses on how good it gets
Riding solo, waiting to join her hand you know
Tough sledding when the cover gets too thin though
Falling off the sled, wishing they were home in bed
Apart too long , get back together again instead
No way to pretend, can’t mimic that feeling my friend
Do what we have to, to end up back together again
Tim Windisch
02 07 2025
