Matches of gold
Flaming abound
Burnt ebony ash
Sprinkled us inside
Memories abroad
Killed only us
We've waited too long
Parted by heart
Choices wronged us
Left us alone
Leaves of autumn
Faded away
Old gray wrinkles
Fall into the grave
Where we first met
Despite the past
Regardless of love
We chose the wrong path
We could've been good
Found what we seek
Regret leaves us waiting
To find what just isn't
Good enough


© copyright, 1999

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