i speak from nowhere
my voice is hollow and
wispy on a wind
i used to exist at least
i think that to be the case
but time and the tides
tend to erase all trace
of you and i and all things
around and
about whatever in hell this might
be about
So mucking about in quarantined boredom
and overly overdosed on social distance
and the inane bullshit heaped upon us
day after interminable day
i played the who died on the obituary page and
more sad news did greet my face
my friend or at least a long time back
we were friends or something close to it
there he read dead and gone and
i was completely unaware until now
dead and gone and memories are hardly a
tangible handle to hold on to
so long Sid and how i wish
we'd managed to stay close but
not now
Sugar Magnolia and blossom's blooming
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