Tom j. Parker


Time's Last Exit

How many years have passed since we last spoke
Now we are old and tired
I think of the way your smile affected me
it took me places I had never known
Sometimes I feel estranged from those distant times
and I wonder how you feel, embraced by newness
But now the sun shines brightly
even in these distant lands I can feel your presence
How slight is the hand of misfortune

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