Which is when I ALWAYS remember MicroblogMondays!
Thank you Mel and fellow bloggers for all your support.
Today, a poem:
I lived in the attic
And you, in the cellar
But we never passed on the stairs
This was just the way of it.
Then, last night,
You heard my laughter, and you opened the
Door to your subterranean apartment
And sat on the stairs with me.
We didn't talk.
There didn't seem any need.
Besides, I couldn't stop laughing.
Some dream eh?