Seasons Change So Slowly
Planning For Burial
I still think of you
Enough
To know
That it's too much
"I graduated high school in 1967. So did the girl I love, she never knew. Now, 2 marriages, 1 war, and 40 years later, I can honestly say: There has not been a day in the last 40 years, that I have not thought of her with love and regret."
