The Mill Pond Musings
Poetry, Unstructured Prose, and Thoughts of the Mill Race Scribe
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Thursday, April 7, 2016
She is My Past
Once, I fell in love.
The bond was joyful
The bond was strong
The bond was mutual
But
It was the wrong time.
It was the wrong place
It was the wrong reality
She is, only, a part of my past
© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen
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