pearl necklaces

new roads lie ahead,

old roads fade into the past,

nothing as it seems,

nothing made to last,

I could use these words to write

about a forgotten memory,

I could cry these tears

over what had to be;

Christmas and pearl necklaces

were never enough no matter

how many shots went down,

in the end she was just a touch too far,

just beyond the reach

of silent schoolboy fantasies

hidden within small, sleepy little towns,

still she hesitated for a moment

before heading out the door;

is this then it?

the moment you have waited for

all your life?

we are all living on borrowed time,

some more than others;

I awoke last night,

it was a little past three,

that is the time when it

usually kicks in;

the fear;

when everything is quiet

and you can almost taste it,

that is when I hear His voice best,

and He comforts me

as He always does;

“don’t be afraid,

just believe.”

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