La douleur

What happens when our tired, aching feet,

grown too big for their shoes,

absolutely refuse to pull us out and

around to where our old stomping

grounds used to be, when our meeting

place is nothing more than the lost and

found for memories of old, forgotten days?

What happens when we scatter silently,

here and there and everywhere, like 

dandelion fluff, carried by a puff of

leisurely breeze at its ease,

to each their own, to find a home,

as the breeze turns into a wind, and

blows us to all four corners and more

of the earth, how will we continue

to determine our friendship's worth?

What happens when you are where 

you want to be and have forgotten me,

when I am lost in the middle of 

my mind, and cannot find my

way out through the maze I traced

from older days, when we 

used to know the path, but when

you are where you want 

to be, who will help to set me free?

What happens then?

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