I often dream about you
Reimagined pictures of us
Where it all turns out fine
And what we held
Didn’t become hate
I can almost feel
The texture of your hands
Upon mine
Growing old throughout the years
How we would’ve proven
The world wrong about our love
But oh
This bitter reality
How it always renders my passion wrong
And proves itself right again and again
I still snatch a moment or two
Away from its potent grip
In memory of us
In memory of you
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Minister, Chaplain, Poet, writer, musician and President of Non Profit: GARCIAAXEL DOT-ORG. The Organizations goal is to help the less fortunate in every way possible. Servant of God. Author of seven poetry books: In Life And Love, Through Different Eyes (Poetic Verses), Poems of Renewal, Poetics, Redeemed, The Long Journey and God is in the Details. Drummer on various projects. Host of the Axe2Grind podcast.
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