Dialogue On The Weather

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2007

Time passes in an instant

You open your eyes and years are gone

With lessons replacing days

And questions whose answers are estranged



Now, taking into account the separation,

This letter may find you asking questions

You may never have imagined existing  

And, to be honest, I never knew they did myself

But, this is not a letter of recompense

And not a letter in request of forgiveness

This is penned so I can accept the past



And, can we salvage anything from such a wreck

Or, has time washed away the evidence

Or, has time washed away the relevance of the effort



Now, my life is a dialogue on the weather

Talking percentages with perfect strangers

Who reply in their polite wisdom

And, if I ever come off offensive, I apologize

It was never my intention to conjure such a storm



And, if there’s a perfect bridge, I don’t yet know

But, I promise you if I ever find it

I will grant you the request you asked when we were young

And, finally let you go

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