Saturday, February 29, 2020

Scattering Ashes

Pretty sure I can remember everything- just not all at once. Every delight, every heartache, every taste and every smell. I suppose that without the sad memories, I would repeat every mistake. If you're chuckling to yourself, I understand. How many of us ever learned anything from a hot stove?

Now I'm not about to suggest that anyone get back up on some horse. That seems nuts to me.

Falling in love, though, that's different. My first time and that last time were remarkably similar. The first one, I was nine or ten years old. She didn't fall in love.

That last time, I was an old man. She didn't fall in love.

The funniest things make perfect memories.

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