poetry, writing

Full Circle, Not Yet

“I really don’t have time. I really must hurry.”

He looked back as he ran for the train.

She stood there, her face covered with worry,

As her lips quivered and eyes started to rain.

“My love, I will always will be right here,”

And she laid her hand over her heart.

“My feelings will not fade, do not fear,”

God, how she knew this would smart.

To his soul she will always be bound.

One day life must circle its way around.

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