thats alright, but not by me.

now its in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says free.

i hope you had more luck with it than me.

how i would like to say that i still care. sometimes when i hear your name in passing i wonder how you are doing, but then i turn the other way. somewhere along the way i made a terrible mistake and not one that i will likely (hopefully) ever make again. i stopped worrying about myself and i put it all on you. i worried about you day and night and i am not even sure why. you took it all and gave nothing back. you were, and are the most selfish person i will, have ever known. thats alright, but not by me. 

when i stepped out that day, it was nice. like when it snows for the first time and you think fall is officially over. the air is crisp and the sun sparkles off the snow. that is nice. i mean, i have got to say that i love the fall, but really once you are through it nothing is more depressing really. i would have to say that you are the fall of my life. damn. even that makes me mad though. you have a season of my life almost entirely to yourself.

well for now i will enjoy the spring and desperately wait for summer to come on in. watch the shadows on the ground of a large tree at noon. look at the patterns they make and think of me. not too much. i do not want you obsessed. keep moving.

tim.