words don’t flow like they used to
not too far gone or confused like i was used to
don’t sit in excuse within my own self-abuse
for some sort of notion to hide from this overbearing ocean
i used it – smirked, laughed but with a sudden sadness
came with summer and left with a simmer
south of september, i’ll always remember
love you so much more than anything i’ve known before
forever and always,
yours