Saturday, October 16, 2010

10/16

In a moment, odd, it hits our old friends
That however finely we might speak of you,
You are gone.

A gesture, remark, the order of your shop,
It hits, you are gone. Then, the moment moves on,
As do they.

Normal, of course, I recognize others will get on,
Natural to do. I know 'we' were paramount only
To you and me.

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