Lessons Must Be Learned.

 

You on your island, me on

mine, confined across the

ocean, beyond the bounds

of time.

I miss you most severely,

and wish it wasn’t so:

 

don’t follow in my footsteps

nor reach out for my hand,

for life has turned upon itself,

our future fell and burned.

 

it’s time to heal, to realign 

so brutal..Unforgiving,

yet those that hear, obey

the call, in time shall

understand…..

 

The distance deep between

us, breathes air now freshly

swept, rivers run a silvered 

course and rain is purely wept.

© sweetwater 2020
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