When nine hours is not enough, and time speeds up when next to you, I wonder, what do I need to do, to get nine hours more? Our lives are so different, yet still the same. Different backgrounds colors types yet your depth is always there. You wrote of Cherry Blossoms and passed it off as naught but I see what you are longing for. MR, 8/5/19
Poetry, Photos, and Stuff by Matt Ramey