Ode to Friends Forgotten

Perhaps we sat beside each other
In some course, some class
Some bench, some beach
Some words slipping between us
Molten flecks on the breeze
Hardening over our flaws,
so long ago.
Perhaps I don’t remember you,
or you I,
But those words gild our bones
And we shall always carry them,
Bear that ornate heaviness
Ever into the night.

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