Friday, simple Friday,
Waiting for a faith
That never came,
Waiting deathly still
In edgeless hopes,
And home, so far away,
Is hardly what it meant
The day before.

Friday, reaching Friday,
Never been so close
That it’s the touch
Always of hours gone,
And reasons,
Don’t they tend to go astray,
Settled in the tears
Where moments made
Become but speculations
Withered by another sunset
Guessing at tomorrow
On a flame too blushed
And bittersweet to last.

Friday, auburn Friday,
Here too long
To be the truth,
And still the day
The wishes passed
For silence.

To those days gone

#Redwoods #California

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