The Blood & The Bones

Thoughts from a sometimes drunk poet …

Ever sit around and think about how it was in the beginning with someone vs now when you’re basically strangers?

That’s the part that fucks me up the most. How can they go from wanting each other so badly to strangers?

And, even worse, is thinking about how they are still a regular presence in your thoughts but know they don’t even think of you at all.

LL