Once

 

 

Once again I am away,
thoughts that somehow,
this time I could find a way,
maybe to stay.

Once again I can hear you,
close enough, you say,
the miles are few,
too far, it is true.

Talk without touch,
apart but never by choice,
times threads are such,
that I cannot affect them by much.

Each walking, a solitary road,
rarely, we meet THE friend,
but, you and I together we may reap,
that which we have sowed.

 

Stoic.

 

 

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