A Seperate Page

The pages of your story

will no longer include me;

I ponder your absence

like a rear view mirror moment

wondering where we turned

a separate page

I struggle to remember

constantly rehearsing good-bye

longing for an era

who's end we never saw coming

clasping photographs

hugging you the only was I still can

friendship steeped in memories

trailing behind like a map

we cannot follow

and though our roads diverged

long before farewell

I will find closure without you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

still in rough draft

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allets's picture

"rear view moment"

nice