life is a runaway train.

So… maybe NoJoMo will better next year.

I’m writing this because, while I don’t have time now, I have something I need to write about. Which will probably be favorites only once again, so if you’re lingering and you want to be added, let me know! I need to remind myself to write about this because I know if I don’t, I’ll avoid it. So here. I’m promising you I’ll write about it! 🙂

The last time I saw him, we packed up my things
And he smiled like the first time he told me his name
And we cried with each other
We split the blame for the parts that we couldn’t change
Pictures, dishes and socks
It’s our whole life down to one box
There he was waving goodbye on the front porch alone

But I was already gone