I

told

you

–

–

I

loved

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

still

do,

–

–

anytime

I

move

–

i

n

t

o

– 

that

same

–

–

old

room . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

same

place . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

t

–

–

–

the

same

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

same

mood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ when

.

t

h

e

.

bass

–

a

n

d

–

brooding

brews

–

o

f

– 

“might 

have

been”

blues

–

– 

begin

–

t

o

–

bloom . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

I

start 

hearing

–

t

h

a

t

–

same

haunting

tune . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

h

a

t

–

–

–

same

haunting

tune . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

r

o

m

–

–

–

way 

back

then . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when 

–

t

h

e

–

days 

–

–

were

new . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ when

.

t

h

e

.

days

–

–

were

new . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

filled

–

w

i

t

h

–

me’s

–

a

n

d

–

you’s.

Reflection:  I wrote this poem in reflection of a favorite, much-played David Bowie Album called “Hours.” My favorite tracks on it were “If I’m Dreaming My Life, ” “Tuesday’s Child,” “Seven,” “What’s Really Happening,” “Something in the Air,” and “Survive.” However, the entire album is excellent and one of my favorite albums of all time by David Bowie.