I Thought
It echoes as if it is a tomb
This once upon enlightened room
The chalk and dust are so long gone
The faces of friends became undrawn
She too, my other, is no longer around
The leaves of lore are colored brown
Always I look but I cannot find
The busy stranger erasing my mind
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2019
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