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Jan 2015
I heard the whispers when we first met.
"Why is she wasting her life when
She can have anyone?"
"He should act his age and let
her grow up."
"She's being naΓ―ve,
It's only lust."
"What is he thinking.
He's twice her age."
They don't stand a chance."
"She is sure to get hurt."

But you would grab my arm
and pull yourself closer.
"They are so blind.  Love is not about age
or is it about lust."
"We cannot live by others words and
tears are not always because we're sad."
"I will follow you on
all your paths and
I will lead you on all of mine."

Then one day I watched you
go where I could not.
I caught your last breath with a kiss
and shared a tear with you to
guide the way.
And as you left me
I heard a whisper,
"What a shame,
They were meant for each other."
Glen Ruska
Written by
Glen Ruska  McCall Idaho
(McCall Idaho)   
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