places we’d known

sat on the ground

top of the hill spot

we’d spent nights out

sleeping & loving

but you weren’t around

looking out over those

city lights shining in the distance

to remind of years between us

i drank a little thinking

if i could go back & fix

would i or would i just let

those chips that fell land

where they did over again?

i poured a little on the ground

absent friends & memories

took myself to a better place

shaking this foolish head

on the futility of poor recall

trapping myself in history

rather than live in here today

where the truth lay i don’t ever

miss you at all & these recollects

only serve to whip me into sadness

create a sad clown of trying

to believe that history we had

was better than it was