Refugio

Monday, September 08, 2008
Refugio

We used to sit
and tell our secrets to the wind
growing lives
heartfelt changes
we used to sit.
Shoulders to cry on, arms always open
tar on feet and sand in our hair.
Different places, but hearts the same
Needing, craving, hoping for simplicity
but caught up in our runaway lives.
So distant now, barely speaking
Love not lost, but somehow set aside.
Sorry phone calls, no time to catch up
growing daughters, open futures
Time not lost, but ill spent all the same