Sometimes it's hard -
to remember when
We weren't just lovers -
but best of friends
Our secret dreams -
we knew to keep
Holding each other -
sometimes we'd sleep
Safe and secure -
we'd always be
How were we -
our future to see
To wake one day -
lying beside
Two people who's love -
had slowly died
© 2004 Dorothy Carr
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