Details fade
like taillights in fog.
Just the minutiae
nothing major.
So,
it won’t be like bumping into a stranger.
But,
with a sigh of relief –
everything will seem new
every time.
What a fantastic thing!
This was a fantastic summer.
Like a bug in a jar,
I couldn’t escape.
But was I even trying?
As someone who swore off
such things in this life,
I feel a bit like a liar.
It’s the only lie I’ll ever tell you.
Just don’t drop the jar…
Tribe Of Flannel 