Another day.
Another life.
Another moment
Where has the time gone?
Were we just lost
and given up on that firendship?
Years have gone by
with me wondering
how those cracks,
trials, and tribulations
have tested yet severed our friendship.
In the end, it was not
meant to be.
We've both moved on.
Surely, we'll meet again
like the stars in the sky.
You say it's not your best
You say it's not your best work, but from my perspective, I view anything I write as improving on my craft. Even the handful of words I'm placing upon your page at this moment helps me. Practice makes better, because with me--it's never perfect.