As I sit partially secluded,
I wonder if he or she or we are deluded
Into a false sense of tandem joy, surrounded by a smell or lack of boy,
She reminded me of older young,
A last remembered one of sum,
And as I sit by my wee self,
I ask …
Shelf?
Pitter, patter, insert, delete. I think handwriting has gone obsolete. and when it should come back again, is when the day is won again.
Clear & Precise Resumes 