There are times
When I want to sing
Your name and mine
tangled in the same tune
dancing with the syllables
All the notes and nothings
Around and around
Into the evening hours
There are times
When I have cried
Familiar faces
Going away from being mine
Childhood ens far too early
So many nights forgotten
Sunday morning smile
prayers for the wrongs I committed
In the prior hours
There are times
when I reflected on the memories
October took a piece of me
everything was full of life
We never even wondered
About what would become of us
In the sunrise that followed.
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