Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Lost years ago - from "Northwest passage," episode 1

My dear friend:
that smile,
your face,
little performance a
murdered coincidence.

I asked you not to go back;
I was sad. You were lost
years ago. A stunt, I'm assuming.

Disturb en masse;
money wouldn't have done anything.
We decided brutally, suddenly,

scrubbing at evacuation.

You were close but cold, mocking
what I happened to mention.

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