Where do you go when you go away from me?
For hours un end?
You mean on end.
I would love to tell you
someday when the flowers are back in bloom.
Have you seen the honeysuckle off Exit 11?
Smelled like breakfast in bed
inside a gondola on a hillside
off of Exit 11.
You talking about 367?
Nope.
Silence is golden.
So was middle school.
You hated middle school.
I know.
