Forgotten Friend
Here I am again,
A forgotten friend.
Wishing I could be
Important to you,
As you were to me.
Now you love him...
Life's paradigm
is shriveling,
blackened to char.
You are there,
He, with you.
I am lost.
Missing.
Wishing.
Gone.
Copyright © Beth Watkins | Year Posted 2012
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