Saturday 24 July 2010

Trade?

There are so many people that once mattered that seem to flit in and out.





Sometimes they rise in importance

Sometimes they lower

Sometimes they stay the same.





But there has never really been anyone to disappear like you.
I was young, it was a long time ago. Memories are fuzzy and sepia-toned.




But where are you, Will?

My Soul in a Small Black Box