Like a candle in the wind, you were suddenly swept away from me in a gust of aging flatulence.
The time that we spent together will always remain sacred.
The booze, the song, the woman, the nightlife, the greyless mane, the long days on the beach and the brief hours at work, the sweet scent of supple twenty-something skin and the tang of no responsibility - are all just a memory now.
What happened? Why? WHYYYY??
I'll miss you twenties.
For now, I am thirty.