Sitting on the cold stone steps
I thought of you
It brought me to tears
How you are now
Because I can remember
How you were
Our bond unbroken
But untouched in so long
Thinking of what
Brought me to our
Special hideaway
I weep harder, bitter tears
I face the very real possibility
Of never knowing
How it all turns out.
S.C. Date unknown.
* a poem I wrote to recognize the death of a friendship.
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