September Leave
It was good, together, with all of us
You and me, nothing held in reserve
We talked, argued and cried
Laughed and swore, in love and anger
Nights and days, sleeping or standing
Close and aways, no longer alone
Lae, Goroka and Simbu, pictures and stories
For show and tell, muggy warm, wet cold
Bright sunlit days, overcast and windy
Sleepy long bus rides, tiring walks
Short tempers, long apologies
Hands as instruments hurt, healed and held
Far far away now, but still holding me close.
user name: mt
motif: romantic
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