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before he died

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before he died – i could – pretend
forever – was our lot –
and circumscribe- with poet’s pen –
those deeds that – i’d forgot.

the words unspoke – the plans undone –
tomorrow – would – be time
enough for these – i reasoned – once
and therein – was – my crime.

some day – thought i – more time to spend
together – like as not.
and framing thus – our circumstance –
no remedy – was sought.

and even now – with poet’s pen –
i bind them up – with rhyme!
regrets – still – unto now – from then
all set upon – a line.


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