her thirty first

the seconds slip away as smoothly as the wind carries the pollen and petals, forgotten honors and medal left to dust upon the shelf, I’m feeling old watching the children grow, the world I know gets old…. pavement cracks, and paint fades fast… summer’s here but it won’t last. I have little, and I miss much, all I wanted was her touch, that meant so much. fire walking, feelings fade, I can’t remember all the promises I made. what was once so giant has shrank so small that I don’t know if I feel love anymore… is this just an obsession?

all I want to do is see this through, with or without you. nothing has to feel like this, nothing has ever brought me more bliss. so much trash, and only this i treasure, i loved with a love that knew no measure.

eric desselle