All Those Times
Memories of Time Cut Short
I remember all those times we laughed. Those times we played. Those times that are slipping through my fingers and falling on the floor as I write these words.
Memories of time cut short. It seems that’s all I have left. A vague recollection of the highlights of my life, mired inside the landscape of the lowlights. A car in an open field with its lights on, until…