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Skip the back story don’t bore ‘em!

Days passed; to too many, too fast!

Where’s the feeling was s’posed to last?

Green soon, remember late ’21 June?

Stumbling in the dark like a buffoon

No sounds, all alone dumping coffee grounds

Time passes; no communication, hopelessness abounds

No fills, not a word and my spine chills

Don’t need much to get my cheap thrills

Too many days, ending badly in the same ways

Like one of those depressing one-man plays

No thought, too many battles I’ve fought

Looking high and low for the happiness brought

Not here, no joyful starts, happy hearts, no cheer

Left to choose between the lesser of my darkest fear

Hiding doubt, acting like I know what it’s all about

Silence fills the room but inside I scream and shout

No regrets, choice made, stands firm yet frets

Tough weather; he focuses on how good it gets

Riding solo, waiting to join her hand you know

Tough sledding when the cover gets too thin though

Falling off the sled, wishing they were home in bed

Apart too long , get back together again instead

No way to pretend, can’t mimic that feeling my friend

Do what we have to, to end up back together again

Tim Windisch

02 07 2025