Sweetheart
Dang, you're gone.
You're really gone?
Andrea says so and she's no liar.
All your effusive
romantic
over-the-topness.
Frantic, fearless, forever flighty,
fabulous, ferocious for-realness.
Gone.
Waiting for the rest of us.
Sure to have flowers and rivers,
cliffs, sunsets and descriptions we'd never have thought of
on our own.
Until we meet again.
Namaste.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2014
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