Hello, it is me again. A hopless romantic I guess. Odd as it may seem sometime I hear you say, “I love you.”

Where does all the time go? All the years missed being with the ones you really care about. Sometimes I feel like people are watching me in this cold harsh autumn. I remember when we sat outside in front of the house, before we tore it down. Now two men live there and they have wood floors.

Time changes people and things, but some things remain constant. Thoughts and memories can never die, living in at least one person.

Categorized as darkness

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.