One by one, time snaps the threads.
We lose each other to schedules and geography,
roadmaps diagrammed with life's competing progress:
you, me, her, them, friendships
tumbled like an upturned Scrabble board.
"An 'R' is all that separates friends from fiends."
I do not know where I am.
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I Had Sadness For Breakfast
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