Back Spaces
Gazing out my window
I thought of yesterdays
The faces and the gestures
And how the laughter fades
Wondered if you’re happy
Or if you found your way
From long nights in November
And the promise that we made
Jeff Kurfess, 1998
other words for the wounded
Gazing out my window
I thought of yesterdays
The faces and the gestures
And how the laughter fades
Wondered if you’re happy
Or if you found your way
From long nights in November
And the promise that we made
Jeff Kurfess, 1998
Posted by JSK at 11:41 PM
2 comments:
"Back Spaces" is my favorite...I really love the way you write Jeff..keep writing
Thank you, anonymous. I will.
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