Poet13's Blog

Do not mistake my affability for acquiescence
as if good times are forgotten.

Only the details fall away
I retain the gist.

Within the laughter and the tension there is release
I do not forget the good times that’s my problem.

Let’s go again
where did everybody go?

I guess we were all a bit smug thinking we had answers
we had all the answers but could not share the truth.