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Events of circumstance caused me to dash this off. The metaphors
were in my head immediately, but the exact meter took longer.
The music and cadence of much of LES MISERABLES were behind
the final result.
It's painful to let go of friends.
I hold on to postpone the loss,
grip releasing as we drift apart.
The world does that to all of us.
All bonds that are not strong enough,
pulled asunder by the rush of time.
Each incidence still brings fresh grief;
friendship fallen by the wayside,
buried in the dust of many days.
Memories of happy sharing.
Why do they ever have to end?
Why must the world show us who we are?
Circumstance can stem the tide
or instead bring a storm that swells
ever present floods of apathy.
It is our choice to bridge the gulf,
shore up the walls against the waves,
or do nothing and sit idly by.
As order becomes entropy,
as all things in time cease to be
will our friendship pass the test of time?
I hold you high atop the cliff.
You slip my grasp and as you fall
a fading scream is all I have left.
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