No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
No. No. No. Now. Now. Now. Now.
Now. Now. No. Not. Ever.
No. No. No.

NO!

“What have you done, boy?”

Collectivo Blues

Did I dream that?

We met.
We met in the coffee house.
You had half a plate of cookies,
and had been there since 3.
I sat in a different part for 20 minutes,
before I realized where you were.

Oh how we laughed,
and cried,
and blushed.

We shared intimate details.

One would think,
we’ve been friends for years.
But she had a boyfriend,
for years, and

Now, I am…..

Disheveled
to say the least.

Turmoil! Turmoil! Read all about it!