by erectus123
the romance of the past, things we can't alter but still treasure. Though she never came back, she never truly left.
alive in our memories, probably the origin of religion, but I did/do miss her and these many years seem an eye blink away.....best regards as always and keep the tavy tales coming, I enjoy them!
rife through the poem, sorry if I apperaed insensitive. Damn the lack of communication dilevered via typed word for I could be totally misinterpreting your current sentiments.
The next tavvy tale will be up as soon as possible. At least some one enjoys them. Your face fuck book series has been a grand, nay epic adventure.
very evocative of time and place. Also I adore jazz, which helps. :-D