We were best friends;
once upon a time
that is no more.
Secrets shared within the
somehow would reveal all answers
for our sharing was that real
heart to heart, and soul to soul
flesh on flesh, a vision told itself
with intellect no more than just
a means of reasoning.
Now loneliness creeps in
to take the place of all the love
we used to share between us
for you have fled the scene
and seek no more the dreams
that we once knew to be so true.
Other friends have come and
yet still the dawn finds me alone
to drink the sweetness of its
cup of life divine. I sigh, and
sunlight floods through living memories
of times gone by - no longer real
yet still somehow sublime
and I wonder why this time
this place, this empty space
no longer sings the songs
of love made real...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...