Prose Poem

ephemeral-photo.jpgProse Poem for the word:  “Ephemeral”

We had been friends since teenage angst appeared.  She expressed her fears; I told her mine. Our innocence and our secrets settled there, on those walks, before life took us on separate journeys; before time and life and distance parted our ways. But sometime the memory of that camaraderie; that longing returns, like image stamped upon the sidewalk of my brain, and I find
myself passing there again, expressing my deepest heart.


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