Our innocence
inspired our idealism
We whispered wishes
and whimsy
As twilight tended
our Truths
Bound by brilliance
and bounty
Our friendship found
fertile fields
To nurture our
natural naiveté
I missed his
misanthropic manipulations
Excused your endless empty
explanations
So subtle sorrow
surrounded us
Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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