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Jun 2013
time has always been short,
knocking on our doors.
winds converge,
long lost brothers,
flow about eachother,
honoring time lost.
nay time grows,
shorter still,
deadline is here,
no time to meet.
off you go,
without saying good bye.
a thought hangs near,
words, β€œthree months.”
how long truly,
can three months be?
lest we die before it comes,
we shall know the length,
soon, every detail.
yet, I yearn to bear witness,
a single time,
on your face.
time goes on,
I will miss you,
hoping daily,
the time gets shorter.
Christopher Ranieri
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Christopher Ranieri  NC
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