Born

Born in different times

stares through me blindly

A friendship unkind, undone

 unwoven unwind what we can

find a plan misplaced

while we depart from

 softness and quiet embraces are gone

in our minds behind (forever)

behind (forever)

we left this binding behind

It was forever

(forever) Sweet friend of mine

It was forever

(forever) running purely from time

(forever) from sadness and clinging

to sadness forever

(forever) we ran away blind

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About memoirpoet

I've been faking it as a writer for more than 30 years. Keep that low.
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