Drifting, Drifted
Did it happen; happening right now?
Will it happen?
Will the bond that was made so quickly,
deteriorate?
Deteriorate until its shattered and broken?
Broken and unable to be mended?
To be made anew, with vibrancy: filled with life?
To be like it was before?
This bond that was made in such a short time
period.
This bond that's... cherished?
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
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