When Last We Spoke
Posted at 10:55 pm by a quiet man, on March 9, 2021
A softness in your voice I couldn’t listen,
didn’t want to know
our lives would matter less
yet compassion still exist.
Just a hardened surface now
sealing off forever whens
the sky above could tell a story
could now be buried
beauty, truth inside some distant legacy.
We were then as life began
until now when lives … carry on.
Scott F Savage 3/2021
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