Goodbye, Dear Friend
by Jaydon Cole
Drenching goodbyes fall around us
In torrents of memories sweeping through
The gutters of another lost friendship.
The dream started with a charge that
Arced across the sky in a blinding flash that
Left creation in awe of the power and
Died in a violent roar that shook what
Encompassed the tiny universe of our combined
Realities. The trailing silence awakened
A feeling of discontent for a lie that
We elaborately wove into our magenta sky
Now falling in drops of fragmented pride.
Posted on 05/11/2005
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