return
As if I the subtle sweetness of spring would ever smell again. I forced open the side door of the garage, briefly mourned forgotten fish and the empty hopes of every letter that would never be read. Home again, for bitter winter.
As if I the subtle sweetness of spring would ever smell again. I forced open the side door of the garage, briefly mourned forgotten fish and the empty hopes of every letter that would never be read. Home again, for bitter winter.