Friends come and go in life, we’re close for a while then either one moves away or we go in different directions and barely keep in touch. I guess it happens to us all, but there’s often a sadness, a sense of loss …
WHERE DID SHE GO?
her name the broken thread 
of a spider’s web catching sunlight
as it swings in the breeze
memory of her lingers
like the smell of morning coffee
when we paused to open poetry
and toss it mouth to mouth
through a maze of conversation
now distance between us is wider
than a spider could attain
her name an occasional raindrop
The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords
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