@Clintbling 1 September 2020 more from that month

I Don't Remember Our Last Goodbye

We’ve been speaking the same stuff for years Same stuff in different ways Though there were new additions The core remained the same Seasons became a cycle And cycles peddled forward Boys became men Real men with responsibilities Some still studied Some took up jobs Some changed jobs In pursuit of new opportunities Yet, we always clung together Perhaps we are dumb enough to love one another Than to be troubled by our differences And that’s why, I don’t remember our last goodbye For there is none …