Missing

Missing

A friend who held my heart like lovers do
The confident never betraying trust
My ally in a world of dirt and dust
I wish there was a way for us to talk
On those things known only by me and you
Instead, there’s silence on this path I walk

©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Wordsworth’s Sestet

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