bottom view of green leaved tree during daytime

We Got….

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It is too late:
We got old.
We got sick.
We got stupid.
We got lost
In our resentment,
And shaken 
Under trees.
It did not matter
Which spot to 
Occupy
Or if a fire
Would take
Or splutter
And fail.
It didn't matter
If there were fish 
In the lake.
It didn't matter
If we belonged 
Together,
If our spirits
Shined 
Together -
We were blown apart;
And then the
Remnants
Scattered
In the 
Cruel wind. 

There is no 
"if you see 'em..."
There is no 
"Wonder what
They are doin'..."
There is no
Nothing.
Just a few words.
A song suggestion.
A lack of intention
But a lot of mistakes
More than I care
To mention. 
A lot of hurt, 
As we all will do:
You will hurt me
And I will hurt 
You. 

Just the fading
Memory
Of moments 
Where
You all took 
My good advice,
And were neither
Sick
Nor old
Nor stupid
And
Let us
Be together
For that
Elusive
"good day"
That could never
Last 
Forever.

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