asklepiades (asklepiades) wrote,
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asklepiades

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hello again, it's you and me, kinda always like it used to be

daily underneath
maple trees, snow flakes resting
on your shoulders,
nothing to it but to touch,
whats become of love?

panorama of this
city scape paints a
changing you and a different me,
phone rings over dinner
but ill make the time.

seperate memories make for
awkward smiles and
down the street, around
the bend, lets meet for coffee
we both agree.

breath on glass and youre not there,
looking in and breathing out,
a little later i get the call,
"i couldnt make it," "neither could i,"
"maybe some other time."

walking home in
winters past
the maples smiled as wed
pass before them,
oh, whats become of love?
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