We lose the touch
As life goes on
The simple things
From when they dawn
From that new day
Once now has passed
Forgotten things
We think won't last
Poem # 575
Idea 10 April 12, 2010
7:14 AM foot of bed
How did I come up with this poem?
I was thinking about people who lose touch with people.
It's been a long time when people don't connect.
What happened to the friendship?
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