When love flows through In all we do and say The best we have to give We give away
Another edition of my actual life.
"... back there, where you used to play"
Why should I come home? he texts, There is nothing for me there. So there’s not: there’s only us, Only moments we could share. Only life and only living, Only taking, resting, giving. But I know it’s too much bother So, don’t bother. Love, Your Father