Lost Like You And Me Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

(Lost in the wilderness of northern Australia-way way back in 1994)
where 500 kilometres between 2 people is a crowded situation.
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Like a note lost
From a cold saxophone

Like the wind that chills
Me at midnight
As I hide in the long reaches
of lonely shadows
So far away from
The warmth of you

Like the conversation
That you are asked to have
When your mind
Is screaming to fly away

Like a sudden fragrance
That torments and teases
A memory momentarily
And then flies laughing away
Taking with it your chance
Of remembering

Like the cry
Of a solitary Curlew
Walking through frosty grass
Its cry in the dark
Unable to break anything
Except your heart

Like the sunrise
So silent so cold
And so clear
When no one
In the world is awake
Except you.