Gone
Voices rattle loose
through the creases and gaps,
over the ridges,
echoeing around the grey.
Faces slip into view
become clear, defined, beautiful
and dissapate like scents on fall gusts,
blown about
and gone.
If only I could hold a few
friends close
and keep them from drifting,
dying, moving on and away...
Different reasons
the same story
so it goes
till all is gone.
through the creases and gaps,
over the ridges,
echoeing around the grey.
Faces slip into view
become clear, defined, beautiful
and dissapate like scents on fall gusts,
blown about
and gone.
If only I could hold a few
friends close
and keep them from drifting,
dying, moving on and away...
Different reasons
the same story
so it goes
till all is gone.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 9:25 AM
1 Comments:
Twisted, I like it. Kind of reminds me of one of my sayings, "I've got so many people, but too few friends" Sorry your sad, but it gets better.
I think :-)
j
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