Someone called her
The name fading
Into redrock canyons
Near the creek
Footsteps crunching
Over pine branches
Someone steps there
The sounds dissipating
Beyond time's tide
Until no one remembers
What it sounded like
Someone took a picture
Kept it traveling
Far away from her
She tried to find them
But never could
The image is lost
Someone wrote her
Name upon pages
Characters on paper
All the way from Japan
He's gone now
Whatever happened
To Alice's memories
Time's a thief
More poignant ----
More callously cold ----
Than death itself.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 1999
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Copyright © 2002
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