nostalgia’s firsts thirst
quenched love’s first kiss mem’ry
touching Venus all fi’ry
the mem’ry, a plant
bollowing life’s bread crumbs home.
remember the feel?
of slurpin root beer foamy
holding a conk shell?
perhaps you’ve pending failures
ne’er combined those together?
anyways, a lot to remember in what could be but isn’t always part of what actual was…. so much for most of the notes for 13/14 😉 nah, not really.