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Ebbs And Flows And Dams MAG
Phone rings
I'm surprised at her voice as she asks
"Is there rehearsal
Tonight?"
I force it out,
Still stunned
"Yeah, 7: 30."
Oh, the familiarity of her voice
All those days ago
I would hear that voice
Every night.
She was
My best friend
She is now
Lost from me
We would laugh
How we laughed
The things we shared
We still share
Yet they seem superficial
To most others
But my childhood
The years that formed me
Formed who I am,
They have been built upon these
"Trivialities"
We were alike
With nothing in common
We flowed
Like the ocean to the shore
In and out
But never
Apart.
The day we met, we bonded,
Playmates for always
An unbreakable bond
A bond so deeply rooted
It could only grow stronger.
With love and determination
It could resist being undermined
I gave, she gave
We cared unconditionally
We shaped each other through one another.
Dreams we dreamt, tears we cried
Love and pain, side by side
Along the road
And over the years
Someone built a dam separating us
Separating the waters from the shores
A partition between us,
It was really us, all along
We built the dam without thought
Friendship taken for granted
The safety of our history and our bond
A dam balancing on that bond
An unbreakable bond
All those days ago
I would hear that voice
Every night.
She was
My best friend
She is now
Lost from me
It is raining now
I wish I could make the rain go on
Then it would beat down
Upon this town, upon our lives
Water filling the dry sandy, valley
Ebbs and flows of tides
The shore needs the low
The water needs the high
I've grown weary of ebbs alone
I am ready for high tide
Oh, I miss our flow,
Hers and mine
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