Friday, May 6, 2016


The past lingers in my mind.
This photograph taken before I knew
That you had become my friend
What was life like then?

Seems so long ago.
When I knew who you were
Now we barely say a word.
Time and space erasing.

I see more clearly now
The lifeblood so rich and pure
Redder than the blooms on the tree
That You hung on and died for me. 

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