You're standing on my doorstep...
January rain dripping down your nose...
And I'm
almost surprised,
and not at all,
at your totally o~kay~ness with just parachuting right back into my world
unexpected and
half a dozen years older.......
I offer you coffee and you'd rather a beer....
and I know then what I knew all along....
You're more fun after 5 o'clock....
And in my imagination....
But, I see you now.....
Words and artwork (C) Singleton
