How Sad It Must Be For You

Little Less Than A Promise, And A Little More Than A Chance.

You Can Give Words, But You Can't Take Them. And When Words Are Given, That Is When They Are Shared. We Remember What That Was Like. Words So Real They Were Almost Tangible. There Are Conversations You Remember, For Certain. But More Than That, There Is The Sensation Of Conversation. You Will Remember That, Even When The Precise Words Begin To Blur.

What A Strange Phrase — –not Seeing Other People. As If It’s Been Constructed To Be A Lie. We See Other People All The Time. The Question Is What We Do About It.

I Don't Want To Fall. All I Want To Do Is Stand On Solid Ground.

Even If Neither Of Us Got What We Wanted, We Found Freedom In The Third Choices.