Looking at the photographs makes me think of old loves
loves that had potential and if only i had followed up on them they might have blossomed like cherry trees in the midst of the uncertainty of spring
loves that were as broad as the endless summer sky and as specific as the number on my door
loves that developed out of friendships i seem to be losing
The night is a false friend and makes me regret that which never happened and makes me think of the if only's and never happenings
but i'm getting better all the time and the chase is what keeps me going