De rigueur of attitude
And life lived is like preservation
Is there only so much time
A limited amount of space
Where there is nothing left
To share it has been spent
Every last drop expended
Only the end left and
A memory of the way we
Laughed and played
Together in the echoes
Of a burning heart
With our feet hanging over
The back porch and our
Eyes captivated by the
World around us
Of course the smiles in us
Is there nothing leftover
Or are we the ones
Who will keep it going
Even when their is
Nothing but an empty room
And the recollections
To haunt us or blanket us
In our dreams forever
How long should a
Friendship last?
© GÄ
Poétique 