Ever changing. Ever Expanding. Ever turning. Ever falling. Ever rising. Forever.
Why must we always give up upon those we love?
We leave, with a wave of our hand,
knowing those paths we've crossed
were only first steps:
a broad, bare, longing...
...or, a shuffle toward forever.
~x~S/Anon
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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