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Distant Haze
There was a knock upon my door
…In…the light…was she
Grab your coat and in the rain
Come take a walk with me
So many times we’d hop the bus
To…A faraway…picture show
Days of Summer we’d take our poles
…And fishing…we would go
We’d sit atop the earthen bank
…Reflections in…the rippling…water
Laughing and talking…the two of us
…Without…romance…to bother
Graduation night…A distant haze
I’ve struggled with…so much
…The day…we went....our separate way
And failed to keep in touch
…Inquiring…of her…sometime ago
From a relative I chanced to meet
'A prostitute…on drugs…she is
……….Working…some city street'
Stinging words…….in that reply
An avalanche…of tears…inside
The pain of which I won’t deny
And now…I hear....that she....has died
If perchance…it was…her darkest hour
…When that path......she chose......to take
Then…may God please…forgive…the call
………..The call……I failed…to make
poem
by
James B. Earley
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