Without Beginning Or End
in the whisper of the wind
as the leaves of color fall
the afternoon shadows stretch
reaching skinny and tall
we skip the cracks in the sidewalk
hopscotching to avoid bad luck
laughter fills the empty void
of conversation when we are stuck
in desperation we hold on to
what little that we have left
thinking if we don't look too hard
we can continue to drift
how do we get back to there?
that safe place we used to be
when distance isn't the only thing
that's keeping you from me
as the time slips quickly away
we kiss and part as friends
always sweet, these times we meet
a circle without beginning or end
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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