Kept you waiting there too long, my love

I realize the blogging redundancy this blog post represents today.
But, like any good addict, I can't shake the poetry of this series out of my mind.

Every nuance of Breaking Bad's final show still echoes in my head. 

Tony and his ducks.

Modern Man. 

You.
Me.


Us.



It's official:  In mourning over the end of a truly great American love story.

Days later and I keep returning to this post to rearrange the images in it.  

Not just the content, but the narrative, the POV.

What does this mean?

Guess I got what I deserved

Kept you waiting there too long, my love

All that time without a word

Didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret

The special love I had for you, my baby blue

All the days became so long

Did you really think I'd do you wrong?

Dixie, when I let you go

Thought you'd realize that I would know

I would show, the special love I have for you, my baby blue

What can I do, what can I say

Except I want you by my side

How can I show you, show me the way

Don't you know the times I've tried?

Guess that's all I have to say

Except the feeling just grows stronger every day

Just one thing before I go

Take good care, baby, let me know

Let it grow, the special love you have for me, my Dixie dear

• Skyler:  “If I have to hear – one more time – that you did this for the family…
• Walt:   ( Shakes head) “I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. I was alive.”

The special love I had for you, my baby blue