On Losing a Friend At Poetry Soup
Hear me, beseeching you!
Do not be cold, nor say adieu?
Speak thee not, our days of walking in God's sun are through.
Your hand, holding mine, so warm and true.
Suddenly, you stopped reading me?
Reasons, big as oceans came washing from thee.
Mail, then stopped so suddenly.
Honesty, I humbly request of thee!
3/6/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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