Lost
Age - who needs it?
Languished feelings in my brain
I cannot comprehend
Just yesterday I was in love
Youth soaring in my head
My delicious Abigail
My sweet cherry
Tongue touched with honey
So soft to the touch
Blown away in the wind
Like dust to dust
First by tears
Then by sorrow
Oh how the warmth of time
Makes forgetfullness the rage
And muted sunsets
A dirge in time
Sweeps the rivers
Of love and rhyme
What stayed with you?
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