Once there was a girl
How her heart hurts whenever your existence crosses her mind.
How she feels sorry for herself, that you do not acknowledge her being.
How her spirit swells with joy when she knows you’re in a good place.
Oh how lonely, how sad.
Someday many years from now, we’ll sit beside the candle’s glow, exchanging tales about our past and laughing as the memories flow. And when that distant day arrives, I know it will be understood, that friendship is the key to live, and we were friends and it was good. - Eileen Hehl
Feels like it’s so long ago.
I want me some Rudy Steiner.