Old Poems

Our mind is made up

and It seems like it’s our last time fr fr.

I knew it when you bought the Valentino nightgown you always wanted.

I wish I could say I was proud of you.

We said it would be the last time so many, many, times ago.

Can this be the last time too?

I hear the hounds in the brush now

I hear them all around me

the usual bells and whistles

And all the…