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Next Time
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Vintage Words
Harder each time to say
fair winds. Another person
gone, like a fading memory
once vivid, once visited
often.
.
I say, “Next time!” before
the rains come, before
the pain of knowing so much
about your need to go
to other spaces tears
a heart muscle.
.
This is a song of great joy
wishing you wellness and security,
arms to hold you, many kisses
day or night.
.
The mind loses sight
like a blind eye turned
to history that had a full
fling when we were young.
Life abducts time
and other friends drew lots
and won the rights to
your existence.
.
Lady A
10-08-12
.
