it is impossible to forget
the first day or even
hours
when we first met
an inconsequential event
it seemed back then
more significant as
time went on
coming as all of the others had
a new face to pick up
where
the old face left off
perhaps carrying on
her shoulders
A world I did not know about
and in her pockets a
wealth of talent
I would come to envy
Fall always bringing the changes
people expect from spring
seasons shifting now
with spring here again
a revival of that
which
I first thought and
later desperately hoped for
she moves on again
a lost sheep looking
for a new flock to take refuge with
I cannot forget that first time
not even the last
though all in between is
as vague as a fog
things of significance
poking out here and there
some particularly
painful
and yet not all
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