Time Is a Lonesome Calling

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Morning leads me back
to thoughts of yesterday,
something that reminds me
in a subtle, devious way.

I know it's been a long time,
and the past is dead and gone,
but the memories whisper softly
in the cold and lonely dawn.

Time is a lonesome calling
echoing from the abyss,
a persistent dream, a fantasy
slowly fading into mist.

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                           11/29/2020