While Twitter Burns I use my Phone, I sit here in the light alone, all day all night I post and like, occasionally I pause to wipe, I never need to leave my seat, 44 Billion and I am Complete!
#WritingFromIsolationWard
Tag: poem
There were nights in the Summers of my Youth that never came to an end.
They twirl endlessly in my mind, never quite reaching sunup and always just on the cusp of being long passed and forgotten.
They come and go, visitors from a past that is ever more distant, friends and faces that don’t exist or have long passed and forgotten.
We gamboled and gossiped, the night drew in close and intimate. The Stars and night a light blanket of warm nights and camaraderie that would end up passed and forgotten.
The Summer Nights, that never ended.