A Love That Died
The wind it blows, and I hear whispers.
Of what could have been.
Some thirty-six years ago.
You drank and played your games.
You chased other women.
Married my best friend.
You went your own way.
But you decided to call me.
When bad health came your way.
You say that you're " sorry."
You want to be my friend.
The whispers called to me.
It couldn't have been.
But we have something that links us.
Even though you moved away.
Our son is grown, and on his own.
And I am Not alone.
Of what could have been.
Some thirty-six years ago.
You drank and played your games.
You chased other women.
Married my best friend.
You went your own way.
But you decided to call me.
When bad health came your way.
You say that you're " sorry."
You want to be my friend.
The whispers called to me.
It couldn't have been.
But we have something that links us.
Even though you moved away.
Our son is grown, and on his own.
And I am Not alone.
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