When You Were Mine

Our hands slip apart
Face becomes a blur
Soft sound slowly escapes, slips
Forever
He Laughs
Embrace
Wish
A circle closes inward
Becoming black
Time then pushes into
That space
Weakness is
Hopeless are we
Born
And so alone
Trying to hold on to
You out there
Is like
October sun
My son
And
Southern rain
And rien
And rien
And rien

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Tags: Buddha, Context, Desire, Emotion, Freedom, Hope, Love, Time