Fade To Black
Wilted flowers rarely survive
In familiar fields not steeped,
Distance kept a lie alive
Accomplice time, let seep.
Our common bond became a foe
To changes deep, we feared,
Might be the start of letting go
Of moments that drew us near.
We drove the past into the ground
Because no present flowed,
Not much to share, much less to say
About what made us so.
It's time to feel the loss of us,
We died so long ago.
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