Written October 25, 2009
It’s time to let you go,
Since time won’t keep you here.
These years have pieced together one sum of every fear.
I could keep a moment locked inside my head,
You would take a memory alive and drag it back as dead…
To a person, you’re someone.
To a heart, you’re the beat.
To the only eyes that see you,
You’ve only shown deceit.
Old friends forgotten when a new one arrives
From a place you have known
To a place I now despise.
~A.L.J~
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"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words." -Robert Frost
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