Was it my hand
Which wrote that note
Found now
Within
Times opening
Cloak.
So many years
Have gone by
Smiles
Laughter
Tears
Cried.
The paper
Upon which
Those lines
Serve remembrance
Words
Define.
A bitter time
Melted away
Betrayal bare
You a ghost
No longer
There.
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