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My Friend II

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Twelve hours here and
twelve hours there;
Twelve hours here and
twelve hours – where?
I’ll never forget the mournful sound
made when you found
you had to leave ~
The softest howl,
almost under your breath
brought a lump to my throat
and a tear to my eye as
I turned around to retrace my steps
and found you had gone
until the morrow…
An invisible force,
an inaudible voice,
you had no choice
but you had to obey.

©Denise G Allen, 17 October 2013 05:54