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People may ask," Why do you live in the past?"
And I reply," I don't know why. Maybe because I knew a person who came to pass."
"Pass?" they ask with wondering eyes.
"Pass," I say as I rock in a chair with my flowing grey hair," because I held his love once right here." I point a finger to my heart and felt his love within that part.
He came to pass long ago for a childhood friend must always go.
They leave when you've grown and yet it is known that in your heart they will always have a home.
 0o_Chieko Hisako_o0 · Sat Aug 29, 2009 @ 02:24am · 0 Comments |
