Impending Night
there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be did the good times get away, or is that just me? there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled…
there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be did the good times get away, or is that just me? there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled…
Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the grey. Or maybe it was just that kind of day. Uneasy followed me closer than my own shadow. I tried forcing a smile while thinking…