Steadier Footing.

It's gotten late and now, I want to be alone.
All of our friends were here, they all have gone home.
And here I sit on the front porch, watching the drunks stumble forth into the night.

"You gave me a heart attack, I didn't see you there. I thought you had disappeared so early, away from here."

And this is the chance I never got, to make a move, but we just talked about the people we have met in the last five years, and will we remember them in 10 more.

I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past. I've tried twice before, but like this, it just would not last.




Till next time.
Take care.

-Darrel