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Aug 2016
You were always
three steps ahead
I trace my steps back
To where it all began
And I'd have given anything to call you
Friend.

It's 70 in November
Why won't the sun give way?
I'm seeking a reason
To be locked away again
Though tunnel vision held my gaze
Winter must arrive
An end to wondering if
I'll still grow old, and still.

Intoxicated in disappointment
I call a beggar for what he isn't
I've caught him at his darkest hour
Measuring his life against my best intent

You were always four steps ahead
I trace my steps
Back to where it all began
I'd stole a moment if time stood still
And give my last breath to call you friend.

I count another day gone
Another notch, another aim
I down another shot
Lest my throat go dry
And sight grow straight

I have to thank you for the closure
That smile that told me
I never really left.
Finding time to watch you sleep;
Holding tightly the to the magic
I must say goodbye as you sleep.

Dare I say I could not trade
The image of my true love then
Fore the new woman before me isn't.

Though I once was strong enough
To walk toe to toe with warriors
Masked only by our sins
I can only think of you and smile
To find that smirk once more
And remember we were more once

I'll dream a day that I can call you friend
From once upon a time;
Where this all began.
More than Man
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More than Man  30/M/America
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