Free Love's Preterition
Free Love’s Preterition
We will never speak of it again.
It was long ago - a longing -
lost amid the tie-dyed past,
buried in the endless babbling
of a future.
We will never look again.
Yellowed Kodak lies
staring back,
looking
into that future.
We will never listen
to the emptiness of
unspoken dreams
again.
4/4/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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