Abandoned Hallow

Remember where we used to meet?

That woodland clearing near the stream.

The autumn maples hid our purpose,

a hazy-golden-light-like dream.

Upon a bench at mossy mound,

you waited deep in prayer one evening,

and though I did not keep my word,

still you wait, your promise keeping.

Every day, I think of you –

my loyal friend you’ll ever be –

and how I’ve failed to hold on to

the tie that bound your heart to me.

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