What more can we say
That hasn’t been said
We shared the same cup
The same roof, the same bed
We spent time inside
One another and bled
We put down the book
And then both of us fled
Decades have passed now
The tome gathered dust
An unfinished journal
The story of us
An unpublished song that
We never did sing
Now we brush off the pages
And resume our writing ~
Lions Mane 