Apple Cider

2016.09.11, by Ansel
Filed under Grief, Jazz, Journal, Music, Personal

Maybe we could have a drink, now that I’m old enough. But nah. We’d all rather apple cider. Today I had a dream where no one was there. So now I’m thinking of you, as always. Today you weren’t here, as always.

Today I got into an argument and it was good. I’m still alive…