Out with the old. Out in the cold. An old walker abandoned, but not forgotten.
We bowled the day after a fun New Year's Eve. Thank god I wasn't hung over. I don't think I could have handled the noise.
The Morning After
Wanting back the moments we threw away
Not thinking they were precious enough to keep
Leaving me with a pain that is nearly too much to bear
Stranded by lack of action
I began wandering a lonely path
Only looking back to make sure you really did exist
Pieces of a life broken off and scattered
All these unworthy memories
Taking up the space meant for someone else
Hearts aching, hurting, pounding
A passion borne of words
That never meant a thing
Works by J.C. Montgomery are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
