At twenty-one she was surrounded by them eager to discuss poetry, novels, literature, philosophy, her ideas important to them then.
After the beers, the wine, the joints, it was if their souls not just their bodies were joined in a hazy existential Heaven.
The books they lent she never returned.
Now, they have gone while the books remain, unread.
Yet she reads every day the lines in the mirror and knows the truth of love.
After the beers, the wine, the joints, it was if their souls not just their bodies were joined in a hazy existential Heaven.
The books they lent she never returned.
Now, they have gone while the books remain, unread.
Yet she reads every day the lines in the mirror and knows the truth of love.
