wasted days

it was one, but not the kinda i prefer. many miles between us so i carry on alone. secret conversations that noone had forseen. purple haze is in the sky, see the angels wink one eye, all these things we must try, until we see the reasons why. i have a want for these things but they are out of my reach. i hope for good times and laughter but no such luck. so i tickle myself.