No better, no better, no better. But mine better, I said mine better. My better, my better, my better. And no need to get mad. No need to get mad. That’s just the way it is. That’s just the way
Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday. And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown. And yet it's all I have of our past love. A postscript to it's ending. . Brighter days, I