Thursday, August 4, 2022

I cried for a person I never met
the husband of the first man I ever kissed.
He is gone and I feel bereft.
My friend, my friend
your loss like the ocean
your loss like the sea
how vast and restless

I listened to a song
and the tears just flowed.
The injustice and the pain.
You live in another country
and I wonder where will be your home
My friend, my friend

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