Shel, I’ll never forgive you for leaving us, as I’ll never forgive all those tethered to my heart except the one who left to leave behind her pain.
Shel didn’t die those years ago – he just went home.
full moon fifty miles outside Chicago 72° heavy
winds from the should standing under the starry’d night
sky and this is what I’m thinking…
ainsi il va.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 