Good day my Blog readers. I hope your day is going well and smooth. Just a few more days for the X-mas lovers out there. I have yet to do any shopping so I am a bit nervous. I do not think I have waited this long in quite some time. The real problem is being away from actual stores to purchase items. The drive is a bit of a hassle for me right now. Oh-well soon enough I will travel south for a bit of pushing, shoving, fighting for parking spots and racing to get the last digimadu. Ah the holiday season when everyone forgets their manners and swears just a little bit more, and cares just a little bit less. Happy Holidays my friends, may all your shopping plans go quickly, cheaply, and without many fist fights.
Enjoy this poem. It comes from my Rochester years and one Lost Love who is truly lost.

She does not realize
the emotions she controls

she escapes with the night
leaving a trail of text

a new job, new school
an old family welcomes her

pay comes again and nothing,
no words from the missed

she left, moved out/away
without a glance into her past

attempts are made, grievingly
her responses pre-recorded

time will come, others will go
she will remain as they all do.