Popcorn

• Add a little bit of truth in the mix
• Bury it in cups of sentences
• A pinch of darkness
• Stir in that liter of death, himself
• Teaspoon of loneliness
• Knead together the memories of the last twelve years

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?

Roses are red

Violets are blue

We’ve known each other 

Since we’ve been in school

We were inseparable 

Through elementary and high

cut the cauliflower, as they cut you

wash the cauliflower, when you wash away your sorrow

sprinkle pepper

sprinkle salt 

sprinkle cheese

sprinkle love & home, until it's enough

    The last time I saw Her.  It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way.  When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming