We yield such a bitter wine
From two grapes purple
With life and round with juice.
Old friend of mine
When we were together
The sun shone bright
And the rain fell soft
Fertile days when anything happened
We laughed the wind
And called the sea
Our plaything rushing and abating
Bare feet over rock and sand
Our paths touched so long ago
Yet my heart feels only a moment
When the sea’s caress reminds me
And the wind whispers giggles
Many a mile I’ve walked
Without your calming voice
Despite the seconds and steps between,
Incompletion lives without you
It is a house built without one wall
Or breath devoid of air
The itches of a phantom limb
Or a day without a sunset
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