Friday comes with little warning. Saturday is close behind. Then you sleep in Sunday morning. Monday back out on the line. . Bitter friends go passing by you.
And I asked again. "Would it be alright for me. To acquire someone else's disenchantment?". I could reconnect. To another time and place. Reconsider letting loose and running rampant.
She dropped my hand and said, "I will go no further". I dropped my head and hid my tears with laughter. (You know that). Life's never been a great mystery to me.