Confluence
Poems, etc., by J.A. Vold
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Long Ago
Long ago
when it felt like
the day was young
every morning
the sun would rise
on a world of
possibilities
and I would wake up
smiling and you
would be there beside me
with an arm to keep
me there a little
longer.
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