I know time flies, I have seen its wings, but what I always forget is how far it can fly, and how quickly. If there was such a thing as a #SoLongAgoSaturday , this would be it. This photo of me and my golden retrievers, Calvin and Hobbes, was over 8 years ago. 8 years.

I don’t know where the time goes when it flies away, but if we are lucky enough, we snap quick memories before it does. We become the haunting face, the brief after image, after staring at too much light.

War Paint

I think I smeared you on my face,
Took blood from the scars you left me with
And tattooed poetry on my
Graffiti-deficient heart,
And waited until my tear-stained melancholy
Was ready to face another day
Without you.