Highway 93 Response

For every song I wrote for you, and still sing every once in a while, I can only remember now, the flash of light that passed through us as we embraced on the oriental rug in front of the fire place, in a winter snow storm, knowing time was short.

There will be a longing for the way it should have been, but wander lust and youth is a spell of it’s own, that can sever unbreakable bonds forever.