I can close my eyes now and I no longer have to wonder about the age-long sentiment of that old Beatles song... I no longer have to think about why you say goodbye and I say hello.

Why you’re always leaving as soon as you come home or why do you even bother to try to stay when you can’t stay long.So many questions unanswered that no longer matters.


Yet... As the dawn breaks outside this new house’s windows, of all the things forgotten, only one remains and that is you were, are and will always be a poem this heart spits up in the crack of dawn.