Loss of an O.P. Friend
She could have said goodbye.
It's such a simple thing.
It could be for just a moment,
or time that's everlasting.
At this very moment ,
I can not really know,
was it for greener pastures,
or the roof tops growing snow.
It can't for appearance,
because we never really met.
Only in our imagination,
did we smoke that cigarette.
Did I lose my charm,
or expose my worldly flaws.
Did I say the wrong thing more than once?
I guess I'll never know at all.
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