Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

O hai.

I don’t have anything for you today; I’m totally alone in my skin.

Whoever was here is gone; I’m into other arms now.

I don’t have time for listening; not listening, I have no time.

The soundtrack plays as my eyes are seeing twenty years ago.


O hai, that’s the door over there.  It works.  You came in that way.

Birds can hear approaching thunder.  I hear you walking away.

This will pass, this will all pass.  It will pass, in time, it will pass.

I need to find that memory, talk to it, and make it go away.

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