Sunday, September 22, 2013

1977

She who is forever lost to me

She needed everything I could not give
  that I did not posses to give
  or could not find within myself to give
  And nothing that I could

She gave what she could
  everything she could do without
  and it was everything I desired
  but little of what I needed

we kept each other company
  for a while
  through late fall and
  winter into spring
  and drifted away when summer came
  it was the heat perhaps

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