Long Ago
A chance meeting
Emotions kindling
A painful passion
Difficult to read
A man of stone
Also a player
But he lit me
Awakened dead
desires
We created
scattered stories
And new memories
To cover old scars
Though it’s
difficult
The pain never
goes
Produced scarlet
tears
Ruining our faded
photos
But we muddle
through
We cling close
We try to shine
Be we’re like
grainy stars
It’s onwards and
upwards
We continue to
thrive
With our heads
held high
Cos we are made to
be one
Jo Anne Kennedy
December 2015
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