Yea I saw the way she looks at other guys sometimes.  Maybe thought "I wish she was him." Maybe thought sometimes "better he than him." Yea I think about the ways she would turn and twist and get away from me sometimes. Yea I remember the days we'd spend together inside lazy as nothing could be. Television and TV. Junk food and candy. Snack time and lunch time. Dinner and gravy. Good times. So where are we now. I'm here doing this talking about you exploding out of silence. Feeling the graciousness of writing pour into me and float with out me. With out me and forth with. For it's free. As if I have been waiting for it because it came with a price. Most things do. This will too. Perhaps it's the season that has brought reason to these lessons. Because the winters that were and always will be ours. They happened and wont be forgotten while I'm alive. I remember.