One day
We’ll do it together
You said
What fun
Good things
This life had to offer
You said
Things will work out all the better
You said
We would dream until forever
Then you left…
And here I am
Wondering
What our past really meant
Was it just a wandering fancy
A friendship lost
And here I am
Picking up the pieces
Listening to the faint echoes
Of what
You said
-jara-
(c.2013)