Him

I walked through mists of forgetfulness
Searching for someone I once knew
There was a waterfall tumbling
into a well of blue touched with white foam
I remember his caress his laugh his strength
but his face his name are mysteries
I remember his willingness to tumble
into the unknown no fear no worry
That’s all I know that’s all I can see
in this fog of today hiding yesterday
And I am angry I am sad I am tired
I want the waterfall
I want the mystery unveiled
I want to know what I know
and can no longer see hear touch

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