Foundation.

Even after all these years, do you still remember someone special?

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A View to a ****.

(A lone voice whispers as a man in a nursing home writes his last diary letter)

From beyond the sacred river

Came fear like a lone-wolf stalking in the Wild Canadian cold.

I know what we had I should have clung onto like precious gold.

But curiosity called me like Ligeia, the siren into her red fold.

So now I'm lost at sea like Peter, who was fishing.

Before someone special appeared at Galilee.

So like autumn leaves, all now on the ground, blowing through my memories wild forests.

No longer green but brown.

Just know I still treasure all the sunsets where we were by angels seen.

For even though the Fallen One opened his wings and broke us down.

Our old love still sings such a sweet symphony.

That follows me still and makes my  heart beat faster every time.

I swallow one of your memory pills.

That returns me like a spy but with no free will.

In my own version of View to a ****.

This last letter is for Annabelle, my childhood love, who I once knew.

Just know, I've always missed you.

(C) Copyright John Duffy