Monchi
It's been ten years or more since,
We last shared a spoken word or,
Broken bread at the same table.
You left so suddenly with no goodbyes,
No exchange of long goodbyes that,
Would normally precede departing.
The ponderosa pines you planted have,
Long since grown so high that they,
Almost touch the passing clouds.
Copyright © Ruben Ramos | Year Posted 2011
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