brushing mine…
almost like strangers,
it’s been so long…
and the wrinkles of
gentleness ‘neath your eyes,
eyes that have seen me
at my best and my worst.
some things were just
meant to be…. autumn
follows summer, then winter.
your soul lies in the empty
shell of my being….
the only light my darkness
will ever know!

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