Write a bit about: the wreckage.
Quiet morning on the deck, lunch at a nice restaurant in town, restful afternoon and evening at home. That's a pretty good Sunday in my books.
I feel like there was something else I wanted to talk about today, but I can't remember what it is. Oh well.
Which briefly soared and roared,
Now smoulder on the ground.
And blackened letters a
Shattered friendship is found.
With clung to sighs and lies,
No rebuilding is done.
Side only focuses
On which of them has won.