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Waves
He stood beside me, Wading in the waves of dreams And in childlike pose; Drifting on that fall day, Above the sinking sand And below any care of pretentious doubt. I stood my back to him, Hearing his laughter Dance to ocean's wind; Keeping my heart afloat And my mind at bay. I can still see the waves. We were children then, As close as two kindred spirits Could be. Now in our dormant thirties; We are strangers, Mere castaways on the beaches of time And strangers On the island of productivity. Too busy for a phone call, Too idle for a visit, Too shallow for forgiveness. But I can still see the waves. I wonder, Does he remember? We were thick as two washed up Sandollars; Stranded, Linked, Hidden behind the rocks. As close as two seagulls; Hovering, Gliding, Riding the breeze of paradise. How I miss those days, Those memories, Still paintings in the shadows Of my mind; Im not sure he if can recall Those thumbnails of time, Those pictures framed In the attic of our frozen heart. Im sure he's blinded by hate, Still drowning in pain.... But I can still see the waves. 11/14/2015 Mike Hufford
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