128. A fete of Strangers

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Act#1 in Epic poem; FULL CIRCLE.

Did you know back then it'd be something to reminisce about?

The place was crowded with smiles all around, it wasn't real, it was all for the clout

There was dusk in the eyes, emptiness in the hearts, no drinks in the cups

There were drinks in the men, loathing in the girls, the night was so close to its cusp

We had all but drowned our shame, were well free of inhibitions,

And yet we couldn't know, much less remember, the weight of our decisions

It could have been the liquids talking, might have been the heart and soul,

Certainly wasn't from the mind, we were letting go of our burdens, that is all

Much of the night I don't remember, I will take it all as you tell it,

But I do recall the glow in the damsel's eyes; to my darkness she gave her light

As I fell, she caught me like a friend; the damsel saved me from distress

I was barely there; her kindness flew by me, that I must confess

I still can't believe it has been so many years, since when you whispered

When the nights were long and cold, and till dawn I whimpered

I was my only true friend and my very worst enemy, truly, I was lonely

There were still a few moments, when light beat the shadows, I remember fondly

The sight of the sunset, the music of the raindrops, the smell of roses

Things that cure sadness, heal the aches, those powerful forces

With the morning rose the sun and the shame, from memories unremembered

If I could, I would do it again, for a moment to be unencumbered

For a chance to rise when I fall, just to be held in an embrace so warm

I could really get used to the care, just for a moment to feel I am home

When I remember the feel of warm air of your whisper, in my ear

I die a little and I am reborn, and I could fly, if only I had you near

I don't know you, by face or name, only by the aura that still lingers

So I put my worst days behind me, how did I live when we were still strangers?

Thanks for your time

-Constino

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