For a childhood friend…
Once upon another
time
was you and
me and me and
you…
but…
i don’t really
know
how to
talk to you
anymore.
Sometimes,
our old records chatter
of times before
we
closed our door
and each took
our own
makeshift lanterns
beyond the lands,
beyond our door
but sometimes..
i still sit with you
so quiet
lest
i bother you
i sit behind
our Once upon…
door
‘cuz i want to
remember
our times so long before
and i just want to…
talk to you
just a little…
just a little…more
.
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Lovely, and touching – harking back to the gentle years of innocence and summers that never seemed to end. A lovely dedication.
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:)… yes..
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Lol… yes not about praising my poem… but I was thinking about a childhood friend last night d thought… he will never know… but right now.. i am meeting with him in memories…
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I hope someone is thinking about us in the same way lovely one! Meeting us in their memories is such a sweet notion 🙂
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🙂
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Thanks for ur lovely words:)
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