Somewhere it is written

I knew it could not last

When I saw your face

Heard your laughter

Saw your smile.

Life plays cruel tricks

Of fate-  of late.

A lifetime in those bubbling hours

Filled to the brim with memories

I spent, and try to recapture in dreams.

Why should life toss us asunder

You washed up on  one beach I on another?

Somewhere it is written.

By Fiona

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