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Journey

It began at the Piper’s Lady,

we talked, or at least I talked,

a lot.

You read poetry,

in French.

We all chain smoked,

drank Guinness,

interspersed with shots of whiskey,

and we loved each other in mutual silence,

mine because of my sense of honor and duty,

yours because of your natural shyness,

I went home and wept,

morning for what might have been.

Never suspecting for a moment,

our journey had just begun.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. charcoalgypsy
    August 1, 2010 at 6:30 am

    This is great! Feels like I was there!

  2. August 1, 2010 at 7:45 am

    :):):) I felt that 🙂

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