I remember

I remember when I was 10 I made friends with the new boy in our class I told my teacher about our great friendship and she laughed But I was convinced he would be the best man at my wedding We don't even talk when we meet now I remember when I was 13 I... Continue Reading →

At the bottom

I look into my glass and ask, "Where is that happiness I was told about when I was younger?" "The one found by many men at the bottom of their glass," "The one that my older brother couldn't looking for as he drank every week," "Where is thy happiness they promised?" One last time, I... Continue Reading →

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