Possibility
Our future forms unseen
Maybe we can be
The friends we should have been

Or futility
Which echoes from before
That which you gave me
I wanted so much more

Before gravity
Brought back reality
Friendship was confused
When fancy over snoozed

Past calamity
Brings fertile soil new life
Making you my wife
A possibility

There I go again
You see I can't pretend
Even as your friend
I'll feel it till the end

07/27/1987

Posted on 10/25/2005
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