Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Sunday, May 30, 2004

Pre- Dusk

Old friend, I haven't
seen you in a while,
but then I
haven't looked
In tonight's sky there's
the half of you showing
just enough to match
the half of me
that is lost.

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