I remember him, the one who got away, I see him in various...
shapes riding on the high-flying clouds, or in between, dropping a sad dry mist on me every once in a while, One, two, three.. jump into childhood, one two three...trip through adult love, Three, two, one, fall into old age, alone, Maybe, he misses me, too? I look for him in spring, winter and fall,... Sign in to see full entry.