A Thomas Hawkins · Oct 27, 2010
Too much

Too many things
still whisper your name
Too many voices
apportioning blame

Too many places
now live in the past
Too many dreams
of die never cast

Too little life
was all we could share
Too little time
with nothing to spare

Too many days
wasted apart
Too many fractures
now litter this heart

 
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