Somewhere between towpath angel and critical office
I lost him
Sometime between sure infant and tenuous adult
He went
Somehow between simple holding and false dreams
He moved away
Someway between shared innocence and split accusations
He fell apart
Something lost among our glue free lives
I might say something about this one in my next post, your thoughts and comments are very welcome.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
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