a song on the radio,
a turn of a phrase,
the mention of a shared author.
All the little things that bring him to mind.
But along with those sweet thoughts,
some ugly ones as well.
The kind that has me thinking ...
if this was a lie.... was that too?
self doubts about what i
believed then
and what should i believe now?
makes me feel off balance
seeking answers
only leads to
more questions
Its a Johnny Cash kind of night:
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