Sometimes the distance in a room can seem like a mile,
making it impossible to cross over to the other side.
Between are hills and mountains one has lost strength to climb.
Strength was the past called yesterday,
left is a ladder of memories only leading astray.
In the corners of the room we sit, at each, we stare
not knowing what to say.
Questions grow as time passes,
Un-answered are the thoughts
How the circle keeps on turning,
Looking back on the life we once knew as friends,
The same love warming my heart now burns,
Even lovers can become strangers again...
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