I know you’re out there and I do hope we meet,
Or meet again.
We can love eachother and not be alone anymore.
Lonely,
Empty Museums Wings.
Do you look to the moon the same time as I?
Do you like to watch the ball drop on NYE?
Do you still believe in romance?
There are parts of me I never knew were taken,
Until I realized they may never return.
How much are these pieces worth,
Parts of me,
If you had to assign a monetary value?
Should I be sold for scraps?
Am I totaled?
Will this ride survive?
Mobility is key.
© 2020 RB
A Blemish is a Blunder 