Eleven and A Half Minutes
Memories are what remain
of times passed
and since this is irrefutable
I shall bequeath
to you my friend, a few of
my very own ..
Indeed I have such a need
to fill the silent years
with sorries and with prayers ..
Each one for you
I owe you that much at least ..
And while there
is no need for accolades or
compliments ..
When no other words will do
I want you to
know I still love you like crazy ..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: June 3rd, 2024 13:51
- Category: Unclassified
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