They passed in and out of my life.
Some were nice. Some were not.
Some I got involved with.
Some I had nothing to do with.
Some are dead. Some are alive.
Now all I have are memories.
of all the impermanent women
who passed in and out of my life.
I wish I could do a rewind
and find a permanent one.
But I’d only be fooling myself.
A permanent one does not exist.

Bob Boyd