times passed away

time's passed
and time's past
for Her
for me...
the same
yesterday
tomorrow
last week
next month

thoughts of times passed away with You
new days dawning
eyes growing weary, from looking into the sun
in darkness i write
words skewed; letters jumbled on blank pages

as Poe's Lenore,
Sophronia returns to my thoughts
never away, but where?

~db, 1998

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