I count each one as they do fall
some knew little about me at all
one of them was you
thoughts I savored in my mind
footsteps leaving that behind
how could I have been so blind
when I dreamed of you
each nuance; every little trace
as each tear fell down my face
leaving something to be replaced
it was all about you
and now it all disappears
all of the hopes and all of the fears
freedom comes after all of these years
all because of you
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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