what's left?

an invitation back in time but time and time again

I find that time is what I lack

a sensation here and suddenly I’m questioning the when

and whether it was the time or the fear of coming back

the best years of my life, huh? I’d like to think it true

and it is, for the most part, yes

even stressed tears, naive eyes — those included too?

while I mourn the way I could’ve lived, I don’t think I love it any less

the less you know the better. live a life that’s long —

well, as long as I’ll allow —

but rest assured this letter isn’t meant to steer you wrong

even as a ghost you can guess what's next since I (we) write about it now...

- nads;

a letter to you from you-know-who about you-know-when

- I hope you liked the piece ~ 💐