Together we were once
Now faces have turned in different directions.
Something is missing I can sense that
Can't change the fact
Makes me feel dreary.
Crying on it is folly
For the darkness shall be further deepening.
Days have become longer
Hands of clock are running at snails pace.
Surely this isn't my time
Less excitement and more tautness.
Friends are now the only hope
For there is nothing on the table to hold on.
The night is too long with few hands parting ways
Has the time come to start plotting another way?
-SR.
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