On a rare, cobalt, sky day, amid the northern sky.
intrinsically, it is elementary to forgive, forget…
The when.
The how.
The why.
Gliding around and, beyond with little guidance.
Passing other souls on other shores.
Some are acquaintances known…
Known a little less.
Known a little more.
All of us of bilateral sex.
Oblivious to our time together.
In one manner or another, I am given the skeleton key to a friend’s door.
My entry inside is fleeting.
Sadness stains the walls.
A pounding fist of heartache…permits no other sounds.
Always a walk to remember.
Beginning with a day, azure blue.
Into another’s sad room.
