Once, in bright white battles in my mind
You were my constant companions
Through joy and sorrow, you held my hand
And spoke to me; for me
Now, years later, visiting again
Ghosts of your former selves; almost unrecognisable
We learn to know one another, again
Like unaccustomed friends
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3 comments:
poignant..and I wonder on the lack of the final punctuation mark ..
is that how i will feel when i finally come back?
(Btw, glad YOU"RE back :))
@snakey
yeah, i wonder too... sometimes... ;)
@miss mohan
i dont know, really, how you'll feel when you finally come back... but i'll be glad for sure :)
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