Two lost souls, join together,
On a lonely night,
A month-long friendship began,
As they changed to angels,
To give each other,
A new direction, and sight.
Sharing with each other,
Special messages,
Part of their purpose,
During this life's stay,
Along with old & new changes,
Many late nights, turned to days,
Both knowing, from the beginning,
This togetherness,
Would only be, a limited time,
On a Sunday at noon, it just happened,
A final hug and a kiss,
Both cherishing, memories, forever,
Within their minds.
Tom Maxwell ©
1/6/2020 AD
2: 45AM
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