Moments in the Sun

. I saw my name up on a billboard once back when I

was twenty-three. Three months later, it was painted over, someone else where

I used to be. The bartender knew my favorite drink, the summer that

the single crime. Now he looks right through me when I order like I'm any

other face in line. We're all just storytellers holding onto moments

in the sun. We're all just storytellers here and then, we're gone

everyone. The crowd remembers for a while then forgets to sing a

song for storytellers. And the story never lasts that long.