Long Gone

This separation, a sting
of our distance in between.
We used to break the boredom
of our fruitless hours, turned
our backs from the brats and liars.
And we put our memories in a frame,
remembering every detail of our
existence, our being, all in the
manner of our past, long gone.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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